Whew! We had a whirlwind weekend. And then a busy Monday in which I added a steal-of-a-deal piece of furniture to my already arranged home, which somehow misdirected the qi, and left Dave and me rearranging until after midnight. But, more about that later:)
Let’s go back to Friday afternoon. On the farm. Hollin Farms to be precise. Where peaches are in season…
I am lucky and amazed that in an hour I can drive from busy, metro DC to rolling green hills and pick-your-own. New Hampshire introduced me to the delicious world of fresh picked blueberries and apples. I was really excited to discover that of farm fresh peaches.
I made the trip with an old New Hampshire friend, who also lives in NoVa (sort of like SoCal, east coast style!) The kids all got right to exploring. The way they looked at the gravel on the driveway, you’d think they’d never seen rocks before! It’s a good thing we took this trip out to the country so they could have that down home experience of eating and throwing rocks…wait…they do that everywhere!
Milo was a master peach-picker, and I think he ate half of his body weight in one-bites from the fresh and fallen variety. I’ll admit I wasn’t super vigilant about watching what exactly went into his mouth, but I’m pretty sure he avoided worms and sticks what with all of the juicy goodness around!
If Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Peaches, he would have Picked about 12 Pounds and Paid $10.00. A Pretty Perfect Price for a Plump, Pleasant Product!
Another darling, toddling, peach-picker. I can’t wait for Milo’s hair to grow out like this. Love the pageboy.
I think this would be a great postcard from Hollin Farms. It will also be fantastic on her “look at him and her growing up and falling in love and getting married” portion of her wedding video:)
Mmmm. Lots of peaches. I believe I now understand better the term “heavy laden!” It was easy to fill my Peck bag. And to the brim with ripe, juicy peaches meant for jamming…later that night.
A day at the farm does the soul good. Milo loved wandering the tree lanes without his leash. Chasing the farm dog. Taking a turn in the old rocker. Tasting the a little of the summer.
Yeah, it was an afternoon like I dream of spending in August. Sharing real adventure and real food with good friends. And taking a little peach juice and farm dust home for the road.
