peach time

We picked peaches yesterday- 38 pounds- and I am hoping to turn them into jam in the next couple of days. When I say *we* I use the term loosely. In truth, Ellen and I picked peaches; Eva ate peaches, climbed in trees, made leaf art; Samuel ate peaches and talked on the phone. Peach picking is a lovely respite from the heat of berry picking. With all of those trees, there is bound to be at least some shade. It has also cooled down considerably in the last couple of days so that peach picking, which is normally pleasant anyway, was even more enjoyable yesterday. I am, of course, hoping to go back soon for more!