Tuesday, July 28

the one with fruit pickin' and weird faces


 more BEES!

Last weekend we went peach, blueberry and grape picking.  When you drive almost an hour to go picking - you do all that is available.  Why because you can.  Then you may end up picking 25lbs of peaches.  TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS.  Good grief.  Those plump golden fuzzy things are sitting in a back bedroom with the door closed so someone doesn't' sink any teeth into them.  It's happened before...  Contessa!?  As we wait until the ripen - they have great plans awaiting them in a lovely glass jar.  Peach jam and canned peaches - some serious goodness in a jar.

I love you peaches.

1 comment:

little eloquent notes... ❤