OK, now that the catchiest of all of the Presidents of the USA’s melodies is lodged in your brain, I shall delight you all with a tale of wonder and excitement. Today, Jen and I took Kuma out to Belleville, IL (unofficial motto: “It’s not technically East St. Louis”) to the Eckert’s Peach Orchard. There, we strove forth and picked the peaches. Kuma was so excited to be doing new things and seeing new people. Everyone there adored her, naturally.
One of the best things about being freakishly tall, is that I can go where no man can go to get that peach. In following the motto of the peach picker “The redder the better,” I strove for the highest branches to grab the reddest, softest, fuzziest peaches. Mmmmm, juicy!
We loaded up our two boxes of peaches, paid, and headed back to civiliazation (or at least, New Town, to put a down payment on one of my mom’s peach crisps). If I learned anything today, it’s the fact that not all peaches come from a can, and that not all peaches were put there by a man, in a factory downtown.