Earlier this week August and I began the day with picking these small, juicy peaches off my Grandfather's trees. The sounds of roosters crowing and goats bleating before the sun rose was exactly what I needed to hear.

Peaches gently perfumed the air. It was the scent of summers spent at my Grandparent's house. So much has changed, even the mourning doves have changed their song, but for a moment my childhood and August's existed together, side by side.


Anonymous claudie said...

i (heart) this.

the smell of peaches in the summertime...sigh, so much better than the non-smells in an office, ha.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012  
Blogger Nichole said...

i justjustjust pulled peach pie-filled baked apples out of the oven (i'm literally typing this in my kitchen). i'll be posting the recipe on my blog soon.

when i washed the peached this afternoon, the air was immediately fragrant with summer. what a lovely moment to share with your little one.

Sunday, July 01, 2012  

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