Peach Picking

We are so busy right now we hardly have time to think; don't ask me how I have time to post this--it might have something to do with it being almost 1 AM and I've been working on paperwork till now. We did take time out today to drive about 20 minutes to our favorite peach place. It's a simple old farm with a Norman Rockwell landscape: fruit trees, rusting tractors, and worn-out buildings. But the peaches are large, tasty, and cheap (50 cents a pound; and as the old farmer told me last year, "We'll just round that down since we don't bother with quarters").

Are these peaches or grapefruits?

The kids like the chance to ride in the back of the van as we drive out of the orchard to get our buckets weighed. (Philip was just there for the picture.)

Peach juice on the chin makes for a happy boy.

Making sure the quality is good.

Peek-a-boo.

What is it with kids and ladders?

Sarah Beth kindly said, "I'll stop and smile for you."

My favorite part: the scale. It has to be a hundred years old (and I don't see any "PA Department of Weights & Measures" stickers on it). This year it was "about 70 pounds." They do take off about a pound each for the buckets. Now what are we going to do with them all?