Eat A Peach

A trip to our favorite peach orchard today. 

We've been buying peaches there every summer for years.

The orchard sits peacably in a narrow green valley,

along a winding road and creek.

Not a high-tech operation.

In fact, there was not a soul in sight when we arrived.

This orchard operates on the honor system.





You choose an overflowing basket of yellow peaches.

You pay $10.00.

Always a hard choice,

because the baskets are so full and the fruit so luscious.



Once you've made selection, you put your $10.00 in the locked box that sits on the counter. 

Of course, we didn't have correct change.

So, Better Half had to open the box, deposit his money and take his change.

Still, not a soul in sight.

Old tractors  

and peach crates abound.

More of the crop waiting to take its turn on the display shelf.



Better Half picked one of the choicest fruits to sample before we left the orchard.

As he took his first bite peach juice sprayed in every direction.

The fruit was fully ripe, sweet, with yielding flesh, and as juicy as any peach I've every tasted.

One of the quintessential joys of summer!