I've been dying for peaches all summer. My dream was to visit Knott's Island on our way to the beach and cash in on some happy memories made when we lived in Norfolk. Months and months ago my friend Patience asked "what breathes, lives, grows for you?" and my reply was:
(The cadence of that makes me think of loping down a dusty road toward the orchard and then pausing and settling into a hammock swung between peach trees, ahhhh.) But oh, alas! It was not to be. The orchard was closed to allow the peaches to ripen on the day we drove down (fortunately I had checked by phone) and there was bad weather brewing and not enough energy for a longer drive on the way home. I missed my peaches. Maybe next year?
Problem is, I could not bring myself to buy peaches from a store until I had eaten some I picked myself, I wanted my first peach of the season to be the best peach of the season, so I was missing out big-time. Then I realized that I could go up to Crozet, with the kids. But what a hassle just for a few peaches! Hmmm, but there is also a nice spot for hiking and splashing in a little river. And what if a few friends came along? We could make a day of it!
So my latest Monday Adventure was born, and in the end, only two families (my crew and Adam's) ended up going, but for the seven of us there was plenty of hot humid air, orchard gnats, sticky peach juice, and creek-dwelling crawdads. Bonus round: I ran into a friend I haven't seen in years in the orchard bathroom.
There are just too many cute photos to stick all in one post, so I put them in a "peaches & sugar" flickr set. I may submit the cover photo of Luke grinning while holding a peach to the Chiles photo contest, what do you think?