A Pit Stop at the Peach Orchard
We have to pass the peach orchard to get to the cabin.
A pit stop at the peach orchard is a pit stop in paradise.
Only in paradise are there these flame-colored jewels hanging from living trees. The flashes of color in all that green!
And then you start eating . . . .
11 comments:
That must be so divine to bite into a peach fresh from the orchard! You must surely live in a paradise!
You said it, Anna - peaches are the most wonderful fruit. Heavenly!
How beautiful Anna! I can't wait until they are ready here :)
Anna, you make me yearn for my Grandfather's peach farm that I spent summers on as a child. We would eat peaches so often that we smelt like them. We would grab several handfuls before going out into the fields to explore or before heading to the tank to swim. It didn't even matter it they had worms, we would bite the bad part out, spit it away and keep going. Peach eating on the farm was not always ladylike.
All I can say is YUMMY! We are eatin' lots of raspberries from our little patch out back right now! Your peaches look delish!
XOXO
Joni
I love peaches. Since the day I first read C.S. Lewis' novel about Narnia, (as an adult!) I have had a completely different viewpoint about such things. It's just as miraculous to get peach trees from a seed as it is to get a lamp post.
Those peaches look divine, especially from the southern hemisphere where it is mid-winter. Anna, I cooked your Pot Roast with Peerless Gravy last week and it was superb. Cheers, Rose
Mmmm give me a peach over an apple or a banana any day.
Pity it's winter here!
And now is the perfect time to read 'MIss Happiness and Miss Flower' by Rumer Godden, to Daisy.(If you haven't already). I won't spoil the surprise.
I LOVE the photography!! It makes the peaches look all the more delicious!
delicious post!
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