Millions of Peaches

A few months ago, Turner and I went to Boone Hall to pick strawberries. We only went twice, but every time we drive by, he says “Pick Dawbies!”. Of course, it’s not strawberry season anymore, but he still wants to go pick dawbies. It’s now peach season, and while it would be fun, it’s bloody hot and I’m exhausted from life. So I’ve avoided the issue.

We finished our morning at the gym yesterday, had our “smoothie date” and started towards home. I realized it was only around 11am, and I was not about to sit at home for 2 hours until nap time. So, I made the spontaneous decision to go to Boone Hall to pick peaches!

We lasted about 10 minutes considering it was over 100 degrees, and I had a full bladder since we left the gym (very poor planning on my part). Turner absolutely loved it! What he loved more than picking peaches was digging in the dusty dirt with his excavator and smearing it all over his face. So what I had imagined in my mind as an exciting outing, turned into a hot, sweaty, dirty mess. But at least we got a few peaches out of the deal. Happy weekend eve!!

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