peaches, just pickin' peaches

We have a friend whose wife is from an area about 45 minutes out of town - her parents still live there, and they have orchards that produce all kinds of yummy goodness: cherries, peaches, plums.  Since peach season is in full swing (and in this part of the country that's a REALLY BIG deal!) we joined a big group of folks and headed out on Saturday for a day in the country.

We weren''t even halfway there and I was already breathing easier - crazy switch back turns and skinny paved roads and all - there's just something so refreshing about being outside of this crazy multi-million-person mega-city. 

And my kids just want to get down and dirty.  Hot and sweaty.  Pick peaches, eat hotdogs off the grill, inhale watermelon like oxygen and climb hot dusty hills with lots of other little companions. 

I took very few pictures (hello and important note: anyone who'd like a serious workout can start by keeping track of John Paul and Luke in this kind of environment.  Add in one sweaty hike with baby on back and you'll know why the camera was out of reach most of the day!)

But in the few pictures was this gem.  Maybe one of my favorite Isaac pictures ever.

This look means: "Mom, I am a warrior.  I carry long heavy sticks, traipse through undergrowth and nearly fall off the side of a cliff before lunch (true story, thank you Jesus that he didn't fall far cause it was a long way down!)  Please do not even dream of taking my picture with that silly camera."

Of course, tough as he may look, the almost-devastating fall clearly rattled him.  He seemed just fine til I walked up but something about eye contact with Mommy tends to bring out the emotions, huh? 

It was an awesome day.  We've been before, and we'll go again.  Hopefully sooner than later.