I was mistaken about [our] large garden fruit being peaches...
It turns out to be apricots and
I enclose one
which I found on the ground today...
my little Dove has a tree full of them.
Note: Today, (May 2) in 1863, Stonewall Jackson was shot by his own men, and I thought his life story contained many moving passages.
Stonewall Jackson dearly loved his wife, Anna. In his garden, he planted and picked flowers for her. Ever the military man, his garden was ordered and neat.
In the Spring and Summer of 1859, Jackson wrote letters to Anna, who was sick and in New York for treatment. He loved to refer to her with romantic names, and he often wrote about the garden.