This week we drove to the lake to visit my parents. In a short overnight stay we managed to cram in buying freshly-picked peaches,
eating freshly-made peach ice cream,
and making an afternoon's worth of peach jam and canned peaches. We managed to get my dad to help out with the peeling, and it was with grateful hearts (and sticky hands) we all enjoyed peach cobbler late that night.
In between batches I admired/coveted the neighbors' amazing hydrangea hedge,
and then we rounded off the trip with a little fishing off the dock,
Now we are home again, and as nice as it is to see ones we love, it is always good to be home.