Gorgeous fruits and vegetables fill the stands at the orchard.
Begging to be plucked up and admired.
Held and caressed in preparation for a delicious desert made from scratch.
The ingredients pulled from memory while the kids play in the hay and watch the animals at the barn.
I says pardon?
This mom doesn’t even know how to make flour rise.
That’s why the stores they have at those orchards are so successful.
Mom’s like me!