In typical Sawyer fashion, he treated the peaches like every other round thing in his life and chucked them as hard as he could. I saved as many from his pitching arm as I could, of course while documenting the whole thing because how could I not take advantage of natural beauty like this?
I love this picture of Meg with her two youngest. Her little boy was an excellent peach sampler, and took a bite out of every single peach he picked.
It was a perfect afternoon, and we had timed it with just enough time to stop by the Little Debbie outlet on the way home. We forgot to budget time in for Meg's flat tire as we left the orchard, but thanks to a good Samaritan we were back on our way in no time at all! Despite the flat, we made it home safely and even canned all those amazing peaches by the next night. Onward and upward.