Swathed in aprons, armed with knives, we began.
Peeling, pitting, packing, chatter, comfort, camaraderie.
Gather round the table, meet friends old and new.
Bowls quickly fill and empty.
So we shared a ‘frolic’, good company, and a good outcome.
This activity will be repeated through the summer, not always with peaches, nor at the same house.
As Gram used to say, “Many hands make light work”. I believe she was right.