This morning, peaches were my goal.
Stopping in Ellsinore MO for breakfast at the Log Cabin Café, Hubby noticed a sign for “Fresh Produce” as we turned off the highway.
Breakfast over and with no specific destination, we followed the road about a mile to Weavers Greenhouse.
There we were greeted by a family of Mennonites who work the gardens, run the greenhouse and a pretty fine produce stand.
Some of the girls were hanging laundry, out, a barefoot boy or two headed to one of the gardens, hoes in hand.
Fresh produce! Oh my goodness! Tomatoes, cucumbers, beets, peppers, new potatoes, summer squash, and melons, in wooden slat baskets, and peaches! Colors, scents and textures to delight the senses.
A little girl, kapp askew, braid bouncing on her back, pale blue dress rumpled, ran down the path, “We are going ‘swinning’ this afternoon”, she announced with a grin, as she skipped to a stop near the door of the produce stand.
I have no photo, only the one painted in my mind of childish joy and carefree youth, what a lovely picture that is!