“Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat me a lot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches,
Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches.
Peaches come from a can,
They were put there by a man,
In A Factory down town,
And if I had my little way, I'd eat peaches everyday,
Sun soakin' bulges in the shade.”
“Peaches”, The Presidents of The United States of America, The Presidents of the United States of America (1995), Track 4
TIME: 9:57 AM
PLACE: Eckert’s Peach Orchard
This morning the kids and I went to a farm to pick our own peaches. I love picking our own fruit. We always joke that they really need to weigh us before we go into the orchard because we sample as we pick *wink*. Today, they were picking at the rows right in front where you pay, but the kids wanted a tractor ride so we loaded everyone onto the trailer. They drove us in a big circle around the orchard and dropped us off about 50 feet from where we started. I do believe that we spent more time on the tractor than it took us to pick our peaches! I’m thinking a peach crisp with vanilla ice cream is definitely in the works for dessert this week.
Edited to add: Today is the 20th anniversary of the first date I ever had with HandsomeHusband. The day after our date, he sent me a dozen sweetheart roses – well, today, he sent me a dozen long-stemmed red roses. Thank you babe…I am so glad you asked me out!