Peaches
Thursday, July 29, 2010
It was peach-picking time again. So out to New Melle to Wind Ridge Farm as they had so done the previous summer. This time, in attendance, were: Mom, Collette, Francis, Linnea-Irish, and Puck. And Puck was quite eager to participate. With the ringing of church bells in town, he hurried off behind his aunt and uncle to browse the branches, heavily laden with russet-red peaches.
They came away with enough for eating and enough for Carrie to make a cobbler. Plus an additional baby peach for Puck to chomp into, golden juice dribbling down his chin, as he did so on the walk back to the car.
Linnea was to spend the night. So before a lunch of French toast, they began a lunchtime film. Puck was ready with all necessary additions to make himself comfortable on the basement couch. He started dragging down his blanket like an enormous train behind him.
“Oh, not that blanket, Puck,” Collette told him.
“It’s a blanket for coming downstairs today,” Puck explained.
Later on there was music from Riverdance and Linnea taught Collette how to make bracelets with brightly colored embroidery floss. Collette made one with Colombia’s colors.
In the heat of the mid-afternoon, after Collette had attempted to help their next-door neighbor with her computer issues, the three walked to the fuel station for a candy bar.
On the way, they found several soft pockets of tar in the road, and all did their share of squishing it with their feet. They also recalled how Grandma Snicketts would chew on roofing tar like bubblegum when she was a kid.
Unfortunately, the dollar in Collette’s pocket had slipped out and she was left with only $1.61 in change. The price of Linnea’s Milky Way had been bumped to $1.63, but the cashier waved it off, saying that it didn’t matter.
Back home for a bath for the grungy Puck.
And by the early evening there was Doctor Who Season One, Clean House, Cheez-Its, and York peppermint patties.