Peaches, Pecs, and Bushels

What a weekend! On Sunday Daddy got us all up early and we went to Cambell MO for...drum roll please...Peaches! When we went there we got fourteen 1/2 bushels and sold all but 1 1/2 bushels. Those we cut up and put in our freezer. We sold them buy the bushel, pec, and individually. :)

On our way there we had some funny things happen. My nickname is Peach and this is what happened:

Story # 1.

 My Dad is so sweet... We were on our way to get some Cambell peaches. While we were passing all the orchard Mom said: " I wish we had a peach farm."
Dad: "Well...If Petra ever gets married and has children we'll have a Peach farm. "


Story # 2.

Still on our way  to Cambell, when Christian sitting next to me says: " I can't wait to sink my teeth into a peach!" Then he leaned over and bit me! "Ah! Christian!"

Everyone cracked up. Including me. :)

On Monday we had a fruit stand. My Grandpa Jr. came to see our fruit stand. He told us all the stories about how he and his "old man" would sell fruit by the road. He said it was a lot cheaper then. That was the first time he ever talked about his dad in a positive manner. :) I am glad it brought back good memories for him. :D

What a fun weekend we had!