Just peachy.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Friday was spent back-to-school and we-need-to-stage-our-house shopping. We hit every store and crossed things off our list with the utmost efficiency . . . like consumer soldiers. We pulled into our driveway as Friday was almost turning into Saturday. 

We were relieved to have so many things done and out of the way. Making the 90 minute trek to the nearest mall, Costco, etc. on Friday was a good choice. The stores were not yet crowded with weekend shoppers and the rest of our weekend felt long. Mario and I kept thinking Saturday was Sunday and got a nice surprise at the realization that we had a whole other weekend day ahead of us.

The first half of Saturday was spent cleaning out Mario's office, which was no easy feat. After making a big dent, we decided to head out for a family activity. On the way, we hauled what felt like fifty bags of trash and recycling to the dump. Have I mentioned that I will not miss the lack of trash removal service? That is definitely one perk of civilization. On the bright side, our house has so much more breathing room without all the stuff.

One of our favorite orchards advertised an overabundance of pick-your-own peaches. What a perfect way to spend an afternoon. As luck would have it, one of our favorite apple varieties, Ginger Gold, was also ready. We walked through acres of trees, took in a beautiful view of the Vermont mountains from our hillside perch, and sampled the wares. The pumpkin patch, full of growing gourds, reminded me that my favorite season is fast approaching. 

 By Sunday we were exhausted . . . but in a we accomplished a lot way. A satisfying kind of tiredness. The kind that comes with a feeling of forward progress.

How was your weekend?


  1. I love when I think Saturday is Sunday, and then wake up Sunday to realize I have a whole extra day! :)

    Pictures are lovely, looks like a fun time!

  2. We went peach picking a few weeks ago and it was so much fun!

  3. It looks like it's time to do some canning.


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