Ethan and I decided that today, one of the hottest days of the year, was the very best day to go pick peaches.
We crossed the big river into Illinois and visited Braeutigam Orchards. Yes, I always have to look up how to spell that.
We really liked it. Very different from That Other Orchard Up The Road.
I didn’t get a single solitary photo of Ethan picking peaches because, well, most of that was left to me. The ripe ones were up pretty high and by the time we got out there to the orchard it had to be 90 degrees. This was at 9 a.m. and the sweat was rolling. As you might have guessed, I was in a hurry to get out of there.
Hot as it was, we couldn’t resist stopping by the blackberry patch, too.
Ethan’s main concern was hitting the kiddie play area, so not only were we rushing around because of the heat, but we had to get done, GET DONE, so he could play. We didn’t linger.
But we’ll be back.