On Saturday morning we drove to Brentwood, about an hour and fifteen minutes from our home, to go peach picking at Wolfe Ranch. We met our friends the Bartons there, and our kids had a fantastic time climbing ladders and filling their buckets. The trees were full of fruit, and the kids filled three big buckets before we even knew it. (Naturally, when kids are in charge of the picking, you come home with a fair number of bruised fruit, but that's okay! It's worth it for the memories.) We wandered around aimlessly, chatting and eating and collecting peaches until we had more peaches than we knew what to do with!
Fruit picking season is when I fall back in love with California.