Have you ever picked fresh peaches before? This was my first experience, and I loved it! As our Labor Day weekend came to a close, Hubby and I headed out to Larriland Farm for just that purpose. It was a perfect way to wrap up the time we spent visiting our cousins in MD. Each of us grabbed cardboard boxes, stood on our tippy toes (Well, I did…), and pulled nature’s candy right off the trees.
Rows upon rows of glistening orangy-yellow-red hued fragrant fruit lined the field. Some were tossed to the ground in the search of perfection, while others filled wheel barrows to the brim. We were encouraged to eat as we walked, packing bundles to bring home, then biting right into to the sour-sweet center of others along the way.
Peach juice dripped down our chins as the hot summer sunshine beat down upon…
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