Monday, June 27, 2011

Little patch of heaven

Two summers ago in the middle of the heat, with my pregnant belly growing, we picked raspberries.

Last summer, as he started learning to eat more foods, i carried him in a sling and we plucked enormous, fragrant peaches. At home they were bar none his favorite food to pick up with the fingers he was still learning to master. We made peach butter, salsa, chutney. As fall came, we went there to take pictures and pick out pumpkins.

In the spring, we walked among the rows and rows of blossoming trees.

Now this summer, my son has enjoyed swiping strawberries from a bucket full of overripe seconds, and most recently, cautiously reclining to the point of lying flat on his back - learning what it felt like to let blades of grass prick his neck for the first time, with fruit trees - and tables of pies - stretching out in front of us.
 Step outside the world of babies - with cloth diapers, babywearing, breastfeeding, etc - and one of the bigger trends you'll notice when it comes to going green is the local foods movement, and it's a wagon I've fully hopped on and ridden among the peach and apple trees. Well, I take that back, I am sure I could put forth a better effort to make sure more of the food my family eats is local. We could head out to our favorite orchard more often than we do. But the times that we get out there, I feel like it's my own little patch of heaven. Even though I - and most people - can't have the luxury of growing much of my own vegetables or fruits, there is a spot nearby where everything is fresh and the farmers are friendly. We've already made so many memories there, and I look forward to many more.

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