Tuesday, March 23, 2010

peachy gratefuls

284. The peach pie that El gently insisted we get from the farmer's market.

285. The peach horizon under the rain clouds this evening, on the way in.

286. The short time spent on something that could have taken a long time.

287. The way the clouds looked like mountains on the way out.

3 comments:

Tracy P. said...

I'll join you in your peachy gratefuls by being grateful for my Georgia grown husband who had his birthday today. He would have loved some of that peach pie, but settled happily for cake. :-)

flutter said...

man, now I want peaches

imbeingheldhostage said...

Big fresh fuzzy peach that drips juice down your chin. That's something to be grateful for :-)