Ode to the Peach House

For many years our family sold peaches from this little log cabin. We sipped sweet tea and ate cheese toast while waiting for our first customers of the morning. When the tractor would come in the baskets filled the front porch. Customers swarmed around snatching baskets and holding their bills. They smiled as they left with their cars full of peaches.
Sometimes there were so many people my sister and I had to assign numbers to each person as they arrived. While I was home I remembered a little song that Sara and I made up about our customers and their questions. (to the tune of My Darlin' Clementine)

Are they mella are they yella
Are they sweet and full of juice
Can you can them can you freeze them
Can you pull the peeling loose
I just need enough to make a pie
Or just enough for some ice cream
If I don't get my peaches soon I think I gonna scream
Are they Georgia Bells are they Albertas
Do they cling to the seed
A great big box of yellow cling frees is all I am going to need