Valley Visit

We spent the week visiting the valley and our good friends at the Walking Lazy M. This was the second summer we made the trip up and we loved every minute of it. The pace of life is so much slower and simpler there. I love the cool fresh mornings and the blazing hot afternoons. I love the smell of dirt mixed with fruit ripening. I love that their farm reminds me so much of my grandparents place. I want to go there every single summer.

We stared off the summer produce extravaganza by picking blueberries and blackberries at a local farm. Lots were eaten, and a few made it into the bag, and later into blueberry pancakes for breakfast.

The picking crew

found...and promptly eaten

farmers feet

Next stop was a local packing shed that had quite the set-up for selling second hand peaches.

If this sign was up, that meant they had the goods.

Now drop your 5 bucks in here (honor system)


And pick up a box of these beauties.

Now here's where the nostalgia kicks in. My grandparents lived on a farm in the central valley as well, and we were always treated to delicious fresh peaches during the summers at their house. Then they would set us up with a whole box to take home. We would have fresh peaches on cereal, over ice cream, and my favorite...on waffles with the family famous white sauce (don't think I didn't indulge in that this very morning!). These peaches taste like nothing you can get in a store. You don't even mind that they juice down your arm when you eat them, or that the strings get caught in your teeth when you bite in. So I wanted the girls to experience eating these peaches like I used to (I even refused Ellie's request to "cut it please mom").