As I took this photo, I couldn’t help but think of my northern friend, Joy (maybe because she loves our pecans so much). I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense. Maybe this will: When I was young, I was the one who had to climb the peach tree and pick the ripest peaches near the top. You haven’t lived until you have picked peaches on a hot Georgia afternoon and come away covered in peach fuzz! Not too many people “pick” their own peaches any more. Most wade through the produce shelves at the grocery store hoping to find peaches that are not too green or badly bruised. I’m glad I have a “peach pickin” memory tucked away in my thoughts. Still, these days, I’m also just as happy to stop by a local grower and purchase fresh peaches that have been either picked from his orchard that day or a day earlier.

There is nothing to compare to a sweet summer Georgia peach except maybe a peach from South Carolina. Still, Georgia peaches are the best and maybe, I’m just partial. Below is a photo of a basket of Georgia Belles. Cut one of these open and you’ll discover they are different. They are white and oh, so sweet!

It’s always fun to take a short walk with friends, especially when the destination is the falls. Have I mentioned that the afternoons have been wonderful here?

I was with friends this weekend, and we walked down to their garden. When we got to the pumpkin patch, I asked their daughter, “What is it?” She looked up at me and said, “It’s a tomato!!”

An afternoon at James Sloppy Floyd park provided a good time for me to use a polarizer that originally belonged to a friend’s father. He bought it when he was in Japan many, many years ago while serving as a missionary. It is an awesome little filter.

Here’s Chipley with Pat. He’s really growing up fast, but he’s still pretty much a baby. Where’s Cocoa Joy? She’s probably under the bench looking for a possible stray crumb.

The rain finally caught us as we drove home.

Tiny little flower; tiny little memory.

No one but Mrs. Anaya would understand this photo. I’m not even sure I do, but I know she does. So, this is for you—Johanna’s Mommy!