Peachy keen.

We got out early today and went to a peach farm in Hempstead....... you can pick your own peaches there, as well as blackberries. My husband found the farm, called to ask if a city girl like me would be able to pick peaches without walking through knee-high grass or climbing on a ladder....... so off we went, first thing this morning.

The peach farm was tucked away in the woods, but easy to find with good directions.  Nicely kept property, with mowed fields, perfectly lined-up peach trees and blackberry vines. They had boxes and little red wagons for everyone...... the box goes into the red wagon, they point you in the direction of the trees ready for picking, and off you go.  Some flies and bees around the few peaches that had fallen to the ground, but other than that, everything was super-clean and the peach-picking was a lot of fun.

We filled up a box, enough for us, and for our friends up the road....... back to the peach-counting shed we went with the little red wagon, with a short stop near the blackberry vines for a look-see.  We don't like blackberries, and we didn't get a small basket to pick those, but they really did look pretty and good enough to eat right off the vine.  The blackberries also looked easy to pick because of the neat rows of the vines, and they had black cloth tacked down along the rows so you weren't standing in the dirt as you picked the berries.

After we paid for our peaches, we transferred them into our own bucket, then we looked up and saw the little sign that said "Fresh Peach Ice Cream."   Well, how can you resist that?  It was just about nine o'clock in the morning, but I only had time for a banana before we left the house....... so fresh peach ice cream for breakfast sounded good to me. Sometimes you just have to break the rules.