The Fruit Pie of My labor

One of the reasons I love August so very much is because the peaches are ripe!

Peaches! Yipee!

There are so many yummy things to be done with peaches.

There's peach cobbler.

And peach milkshakes.

And peaches and cream.

And bottle the peaches for winter.

And, well, eat a peach

(thanks for reminding us, Duane).

But the best thing?

The best thing is peach pie!

I wait all summer long for August just so I can bake a peach pie.

Or two.

Or more.

yummmmmmmm.

Del Rey has a patient who paid part of his bill with a box of peaches.

You know, I'm fine with that.

This summer has been a little tricky with all that's going on

and I didn't think I'd be getting any peaches,

at least not a box of them.

But the box came to our house amidst all my comings and goings

and those beautiful peaches called to me

as they continued to ripen.

There was nothing for me to do

but add them to my list:

"take care of peaches"

So? I'll tell you:

One baked pie.

Two freezer bags of sliced peaches ready for smoothies.

Many peaches sliced up and snacked on.

Three pies put together and wrapped in multiple layers

of plastic and foil and freezer wrap

and now sitting in the cold darkness of the freezer

waiting for a cold winter day

when we'll bring them out and bake them

and remember that August will come again

with all its sunshiny-peachy goodness.