I have this blogging and journaling problem: if a lot has happened since my last post I have a hard time writing because I feel that I have to catch readers up on everything in neatly organized, chronological order. Then I just stop writing and cramp up. Oh well. Order be damned. Here's a short photo story from today.
We went raspberry and peach picking at our favorite spot for such adventures: Hartland Orchards.
Brian goes back to work next week so we're savoring the last few days of our fun summer.
Awesome day. Good kids. Delicious fruits. Lovely weather.
|Distinguishing between ripe and not-quite ripe|
|Cal: "I loved this place when I was a four year-old girl."|
|Clark: "Now I'm going to pick with my friend Daddy."|
|Clark's friend Daddy|
|On to the peach orchard|
|Is it ripe?|
|Peach tree scouting|
|Picking with Dad and the giant picker|
|A good peach harvest|
|Quick, while Dad's not looking...|
|The only way to cut up peaches|
|Our raspberry jam!|
|Soon-to-be peach jam|