Ignoring the fact that it has been over 100 degrees for the past week, that it has been light until almost 9pm, that strawberry season has come and gone....I would say that the official start of summer for our family was Nathaniel's first bite of just-off-the-tree peach from our backyard. I was given one- okay, maybe two- bites and the rest was gobbled up by our frutarian. Now, if only we could figure out when to pick our pears. These are the hardships of our little home. So tough, I know.
2 comments:
super cute. can't believe how old nate is looking.
So we'd love to help you eat up some of that great summer fruit... hint, hint. maybe we just have to come pick it ourselves:) love you guys. aunt jess
Nate,
We envy you..that peach really
look so yummy,better than the ones
we buy here....those eyelashes...
to really die for.Love you
Grandmalina
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