Write about a memory of summer

Mellors sighs as he pours his tea and waits for the slice of bread he's put on the stove to warm up and toast a bit. The cats have had their milk already and are now grooming themselves, sparing him only a distracted glance when he sighs again. He doesn't like breakfasting alone, but Walker had to leave early this morning to meet someone down at the nurseries for a delivery.

Bread ready, he sits down at the table and reaches for the jar of jam Walker has left ready for him. As soon as he opens it a smile lights up his face as the scent of sugary, ripe peaches hits his nostrils.

Knife forgotten, he dips a finger into the jam and scoops some up to his lips, closing his eyes and remembering a summer day spent in the orchard

The grayish October light coming in from the window vanishes and he's back in the dappled green and gold shade of the peach orchard gathering peaches.. and tasting them on Walker's fingers, on his lips.