Perfect peach

Every year just before Father's Day, we get the call.  It is time to pick the peaches.  My parents have two dwarf peach trees that supply peaches for their neighbors, friends, family, and plenty for freezing and making some jam.  Tonight was the night.  We picked and ate until we were too sticky to go on.

Is there anything better than the sweet juice of a perfectly ripe peach running down your arm, chin, and front of your shirt?