Peaches!

I heard through the grapevine that Carlson Orchards in Harvard, MA, was having a peach festival.  We'd never picked peaches so we obviously needed to give it a try.

Frances is all in favor of picking that begins with a hay ride.  She stuck a piece of hay in her mouth without any prompting from us.  Don't know where she learned that posture.

I mentioned that her Sir likes to do that with straw, too, so the straw stayed right where it was for the whole ride.

And this one thought hay rides must be fun because her sister was doing it.

"Come on, sister!  Into the trees!"

Chandler caught on right quick, at least to the general idea of peach picking.

Some of the finer points of peach picking were lost on her, like not throwing the fruit.  She also didn't quite understand keeping the good fruit in the container and leaving the bad fruit out.  Mark had to do a little surreptitious editing.

Back at the farm stand, a bluegrass band was warming up.

Bluegrass was a little lost on Chandler, too, but...

...Frances was very attentive.

We've had peach streusel muffins, peach galette and peach jam, and if you make the mistake of inviting me to your house, you'll have peach jam, too.