|Picture from two years ago|
I picked a lug of peaches yesterday. I did not thin them so they are a bit puny.
I drove them in to Mom and Dad.
Dad ate one. He had to stand over the kitchen sink and he held a towel in his left hand.
That is what local, fresh, ripe fruit is all about.
You might want to swing by my parent's house. I don't think they can eat the entire lug and they love the company.
I've got a hankering now to make a peach pie.ReplyDelete
You rock, girl.ReplyDelete
I can call you a "girl" because I know for a fact that I am older than you. I am fifty mumble-mumble.
Kids go back to school tomorrow. Mrs ERJ informed me that my retirement *really** starts tomorrow. What to do, what to do?