Peaches from Ditzler’s Orchard, north of Terre Haute, Ind. I’ve noticed that as I get older, the days, weeks – even years – fly by at warp speed compared to when I was young. At least that’s how it feels. I remember school getting out and my brother’s and my trip to the local library to get the first few books on our reading list. I remember leaving windows open in the house at night to get the cross breeze because we didn’t have air conditioning. I remember going down the street to play at the Dunning’s house and not coming home until the street lights came on (or someone…