Okay, so the song says 'peach pickin' time in Georgia', but we have our own home grown peaches right here, and right now it's peach pickin' time in Virginia. We go to the mountains every year around this time and again in the fall. These are among my favorite days of the entire year.
Saturday was particularly beautiful for July. It was in the low eighties and we were experiencing a rare thing for July, low humidity. You can tell by the pictures that the air was clear, even though that lovely blue haze, for which our mountains are famous, still hangs over them. We love it.
Now the truth is, we could run down to our local grocery store, and buy some peaches for a much lower price than we end up paying after filling up the tank, driving an hour or so, and eating lunch at a local establishment, but those peaches would never taste as good as they always taste after we spend a day together in the mountains. It's not about the destination, but rather the journey. It's never about the end product, but more about how you get there. This is so true about peach pickin' and apple pickin' too.
In fact, it's true about most everything in life.
So, don't get too focused on the peach cobbler, or you'll miss the true sweetness of life, the journey.
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