Margie: Edna, look what Mrs. Pastor brought me. I love peaches and these are fresh from the orchard. I believe I'll make some pies. I have fond memories of peaches. Well, maybe I should say peach orchards.More than one gentleman has said I'm sweeter than any Georgia peach.
Edna: You are tough as a peach pit, and that's closer to the God's honest truth. I do love a good, ripe summer peach. Even just the smell is enough to send me into raptures.
You tell me when that peach pie is done, I'll take a nice big slice.