I am going to publish a scientific paper about how time goes more quickly in the summer and when you’re shopping on eBay.
If you follow me on Facebook you know that I just got back a couple of weeks ago from another trip to England. I spent the first week in London for work, but weekends with the rest of the family in the country. If you’re a garden lover and a runner like me, the English countryside in the summer is pretty much as good as it gets. Except, if you’re like me, you have to stop every few feet to snap photos of the gardens.
I know, it’s really bad.
I just.can’t.stop.
Can’t.
I even checked out the Queen’s gardens this time around. They weren’t too shabby either.
Aside from English gardens, summer is also really great for peaches. I can turn just about any fruit into a dessert, but sometimes, you’re best off leaving it the way it was made.
Such is the way with organic O’Henry peaches from Frog Hollow Farm. Frog Hollow is in Brentwood, California, and produces the most breathtaking fruit, lovingly packed and shipped.
I got to try this fruit because, as luck would have it, my colleague The Fruit Maven generously brought a box into the office. This is generous because, had I received this box, I would have eaten it by myself in front of the shipping container within three minutes of receipt.
My pictures, sadly, do not do these peaches justice, since they were taken with my iPhone under the romantic glow of fluorescent lights. Even so, note the beautiful read marbling on the peach slice, cut from the peach that was soft enough to be cut by a plastic knife found in the break room. The texture was soft but had the perfect amount of body, and the taste was sweet and, well, peachy…possibly the peachiest peach I’ve ever eaten. Sweet and peachy — all you could ever want in a peach.
Frog Hollow Farms ships too — you can order a box of peaches from this link. And while you’re eating your peach, I’ll tell you about the rest of my trip.
The second week was spent in the countryside.
My mother-in-law got the kids raincoats and wellies, so it promptly stopped raining.
Which meant that they could go on a ropes course.
I got to catch up with my neighbor Helen, who moved back to the UK two weeks earlier:
My sister-in-law took me shopping, where I fell in love with a dress that looked really sad on me:
Nevermind, though, because we hit Cath Kidston next where I got a tiered cake platter and a set of flowery napkins that my husband doesn’t like (but I love!).
We had a dinner celebration for my brother-in-law’s 40th:
and then headed over to spend a few days with our friends Simon and Laura.
And some time miming I guess.
The kids had a great time with their daughter, swimming:
hanging out:
and visiting her school:
Now I’m back at home, waiting for my flowers to be plentiful enough to place by my bedside table. Til then, this memory will have to do.
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