This morning, on a whim, we decided to drive to one of our favorite orchards and pick peaches. It was a beautiful morning, and the peaches were finally ripe for the picking!
Henry was such a good helper. He tested all of the fruit first, and as soon as he'd find a ripe peach would yell, "MOM! Found a squishy one!"
Think this will be enough for a pie? Or two? Or ten?
Sam was too busy flying his airplanes to pay much attention to anything else. But what a landing strip he had for his planes!
One more, to grow on.
Later that afternoon...
Peach pie for dinner anyone?!