peaches come from a can

Please tell me I'm not the only 90's child that sings this song in their head whenever peaches are discussed? Well anyways, a week or so ago in the horrible heat I took the kids to our peach picking spot and stocked up on our winter peach supply. Thirty-eight pounds stocked up. Not sure how, or why, but I did. We were met there by our Fitzs, where Steph is always the educator pointing out bugs and other oddities and teaching the kids things constantly, God bless her. David picked his second fruit of the summer but refused to so much as lick the thing, even at his best friend's request (don't worry, I got him to eat a total of four peach slices in the past two weeks. Making major strides here). I'm not sure what I'm going to do with him, that boy. I was drenched in sweat by the end of it but that's what summers are made of. My winter glass of white wine will thank me when there's a frozen sliced peach floating happily in there. 

These photos were taken something like a week and a half ago and that feels like it was so much longer than that? But there you have it. This very afternoon after picking peaches Avery chopped off her hair for Locks of Love, bless her heart.... and the next day my three all got their back-to-school cuts as well. Oh time, you saucy minx you.

That last photo was taken by a kindly elderly gentleman who stood about fifty feet away and didn't use the zoom function... ah well. Afterwards we headed to Pine View Dairy to pet a cow or two and have lunch and ice cream before parting ways once more.... Just checking those boxes next to our summer to do list, one line item at a time and loving it!
 
Past peach days! 2015. 2014. 2013.





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