The wind, it lives. It lifts the birds and moves great trees. And, it whispers in my ear..."Remember him when you feel a breeze, a vane that turns, the rustling leaves. He is with you still, he always will." Words of love from Cassi... In Suffolk we grow a peach named Windy's Ass, named for the er...fair maid across the wide ocean whose downy cheeks have inspired dozens, no, hundreds of wide-eyed tales brought back to the sleepy hamlets of Suffolk by wayfaring travellers, and breathlessly discussed over foaming tankards of ale in thatched taverns, warming with thoughts of downy cheeks while the wind from the North Sea howls outside. -From Expat