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Peach Pickin'!

One of my favorite things to do here in Georgia is pick fresh peaches from a local orchard.  My bestie and I started this tradition years ago and have been doing it every year for a few years now.  While it only takes about half an hour to pick said peaches, we make a day of it and have so much fun!  

 We've had a T-O-N of rain this Summer, like, EVERYDAY rain which is far from our usual hotter-than-hell, muggy Summer days.  E and I were lucky enough to decided on a peach pickin' day that was sunny-ish.  We even got blue skies which has become a rarity around here!  Anyway, we go down to a local orchard in Concord, Georgia where we grab a bucket and start pickin'.  It's a fun activity to do knowing that you're going to enjoy locally grown fruit that you picked by hand.  We had a great time (as always) and snapped a couple pictures along the way.



That's one BIG bucket of peaches!
I went home with a huge bag of peaches!  I've already made a peach pie and there's an incredibly ugly peach custard pie baking in my oven as I write this post.  Pictures to come later!  
“Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.” 

- Alice Walker

P.S. I don't fancy myself a baker so the creations I make may taste good, but definitely do not look good!

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