Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Peach-Pickin' and Home-Run Hittin'

The Saturday before Brian started law school (a.k.a, became buried in a nearly impenetrable mountain of thick books that cause his backpack to weigh fifty pounds and cause me endless amounts of worry about the future relationships we may have to develop with chiropractors), we had some "good fun."
(My dad tells me this is a West Coast expression. On the East Coast, he says, they have "great fun," but apparently we only have "good fun" in the West. Dang it!)

We started out our morning by going to the Green Bluff Growers' Association to pick some peaches. This is a misleading title, since Green Bluff is a big area with a lot of independent growers (therefore, if you go, it's a good idea to plan ahead and check their website to see what farms have what fruits or vegetables available.) But what a fun time! We started out by going to Walter's Fruit Ranch and were taken on a cart pulled by a tractor to the peaches, surrounded by delightful old ladies with sturdy boots and cardboard boxes (who all commented on how cute Hyrum was---naturally).
Hyrum and Mommy Pick the Peach (Mr. Putter has nothing on us!)
Brian shows that peach who's boss.

"Don't they have any baby-sized peaches around here?"

"This is my peach friend and I wanna give him a little kiss."

Walter's Fruit Ranch had a good price on peaches ($1.59/lb.) but when we wandered over to the Harvest House to check out their allegedly famous pumpkin doughnuts, we found that they had a $1/lb. deal if you bought a whole box.  So we lived and learned on that one.  The pumpkin doughnuts, by the way, were truly delicious, crisp on the outside, soft on the inside, made fresh moments before you eat them, with a very pleasant pumpkin-y flavor.  Can't wait to go back for more when the apples come into season (did I mention this place is only about 20 minutes away from us???).

Later in the afternoon, we attended a Spokane Indians baseball game at the Avista Stadium (the law school had given the new students tickets for themselves and their families).  Hyrum, true to form, was very happy throughout the entire experience and even loved the fireworks at the end. 

"Look!  Daddy's baseball cap fits me!"

"What are they running around down there for?"
Not that you can see Hyrum, but we were trying to show off our matching face paint.

1 comment:

Hanners said...

I see that Roll Tide in his sweet Hyrum eyes. :)