***Before I start, I must say a quick "thank you" to my best bud Cecelia for letting me talk her ear off about my stresses and for her willingness to listen. I feel much better!***
So we went and thinned our part of the church orchard last night. Let me desribe it for you: It was cold, itchy, windy, LOUD, and painful! Why did it hurt? Because all of the kids, and even some adults decided to continue the longstanding tradition of hurling those little unripe peaches at just about anyone. I'll tell ya, those things are about as soft as rocks. I got pelted in the face a few times, many times in the rear, the back of the head and my lovely husband, who was on a ladder getting the tops of the peach trees decided to try launching as many as he could into the hood of my sweatshirt. He got quite a few in, but mostly I had little fuzzy rocks sliding down the back of my shirt. Fun.
All the kids from 5 years old to seniors in high school were busy grabbing peaches from anywhere they could find them and hurl them everywhere and run around and scream at the top of their lungs. Personally, I am not worried about ever running out of ammo in this "recession". We can just throw unripe peaches at the infidels. Feels just about the same.
So I've decided to never run away and join an orchard. Still haven't decided whether or not I prefer having little rocks thrown at me or too-ripe peaches in peach picking season. I can now say I have been subject to both instances... and they both suck but the latter is alot more sticky and gross, but they dont hurt as bad. Maybe I'm just being a weenie. :)
