Monday, August 8, 2011


 This weekend we went peach picking at Butternut Farm, not far from our house here in New Hampshire and right across the street from my father-in-laws home (which used to be one of the largest chicken farms in New Hampshire, back in the day when my husband's grandfather was a chicken farmer). Every time we head across Poor Farm Road towards  Meaderboro Road it seems as if we pass from our modern lives into a world much older, much slower and much more in touch with the land. It makes me want to be a farmer. But I am thankful that the Burnaps of Butternut Farm are doing all the work and we get to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

We met Grandma and Grandpa there and thoroughly enjoyed walking through the orchard and searching for the ripest peaches. And now, we have fuzzy, fresh peaches sitting on our kitchen table, juicy and delicious waiting to be devoured!

Puppy in hand, ready to pick!
 The view is best from Daddy's shoulders.

Peaches for breakfast!
They won't be there for long!

If you live in the area, be sure to get up to Butternut for some amazing pick your own fruit. 



  1. I love that Sophia got all dressed up to go peach-picking! She looks like she belongs in that wonderful bygone era... :-D

  2. That dress was one of the ones from the boxes, so you'll be seeing it again in a few months:-)