As soon as I walked toward the pop-up tent at the edge of the Lowe's parking lot I could smell them. Peaches. Farm fresh and tree sweetened. "Do you have any jam peaches?" I asked the older gentleman who had introduced himself as Grover McMurry. "These look like perfect peaches for a pie, but what I really love is making jam." I handed him my money and selected a bag that sat on the folding table. "Well darlin'," he said with a smile, "I will make sure to cull out any seconds next ... View the Post