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.