Pickin' Peaches

We have two peach trees in our yard. They were here when we moved here, well really three were, but one died. They bloomed and made peaches for the first few years. That was fine and dandy. Mom came and picked and did what she liked with them. But the last couple of years they haven't made peaches. Those trees have been in my way when mowing, scratching my arms and legs, and had yucky spider webs and bugs in them. I begged Dusty to cut them down! I am sorry to say, I was quite happy this spring when one died and he just pulled it with his strong bare hands from the ground. I then begged again, "Since that one died, let's just cut the others, they don't make peaches anyway!" Did he do what I asked? What do you think?
Then the dern peach trees started blooming, making buckets of peaches. Go figure!
No one here likes them except for the occassional coyote we've seen having a morning snack. So last night the kids decided to pick them for Gran. There are plenty more where they came from. What do I know!