Early Peaches at C.J.’s Orchard in Rutledge, Georgia. Or if I just had stayed off the teeter-totter.

Early Peaches at C.J.’s Orchard in Rutledge, Georgia. Or if I just had stayed off the teeter-totter.

The minute I heard peaches were at my friend Karen’s parents’ farm I planned to take the kids.

Friday came…and we made it.

I had a niece and nephew in tow.

I made my 18-year-old son come. He has a special way with my 18-month-old nephew.

What can I say?  When helps available I’ve learned to order it to come with me.

We got to the farm.

We couldn’t leave without picking some blueberries.

We picked and picked.

Funny how even a toddle-bunny catches on real quick.

Philip combined the fruit of all our hard labors.

After loading up with peaches and blueberries, we headed into the thriving metropolis of Rutledge for some ice cream at The Caboose.

Then came the disappointing part of an otherwise spectacular outing with the children.

They wanted to play in the park.

What child wouldn’t?

They have teeter-totters. I thought why not get in the spirit of youth, summer and free-spirit forever.

I don’t know how they made this thing but it was about as wide as the Golden Gate Bridge and about as deep.

Maybe I have been a little lame on my stretching lately and yes, I should take up yoga but good grief.

The magic with the teeter-totter did not happen.

But the peach orchard was awesome.

Picked in berries lately? Not asking about the teeter-totters.