About twenty-five years ago a woman in Idaho sent me a double-handful of peach-pits.
The pits were from an older variety named "Madison" that is notable for being too tender to ship and relatively cold-hardy.
In time the double-handful of peach pits became a row of seedlings. Then, year-by-year Mother Nature and I culled those trees.
We are down to our last two trees. That is excellent longevity for peach trees around here even moreso due to the near total lack of care I gave them.
I noticed the fruit coloring up while puttering around the fall vegetable garden.
I took a peach into Mrs ERJ and she had it for breakfast. She pronounced it fit for human consumption. They are dead-ripe and will not last long.
I do believe that since I am down to two trees I probably ought to plant these pits for the next generation.