Real summer begins for me when the peaches are ripe and juicy. I guess because I grew up with a couple of peach trees and as a kid the wait for the peaches ripening on the tree seemed to take forever. Then the magic would happen and the peaches were pronounced ripe enough for picking. Jars of jam would follow when the whole tree’s bounty was ripe, but the first peaches were destined for pie. If you live in an area where peaches grow, I suggest searching a farmer’s market in late June for this heralding of summer beginning.