Monday was our anniversary. I can't believe it's been two years. I feel like we're newlyweds that have been married forever. Is that understandable in an oxymoronic sort of way? Time is a funny thing.
This past week has been pretty crazy. Saturday night (Sunday morning, really) we flew home to San Antonio after a two and a half week vacation in Utah. Last Wednesday, we drove to Salt Lake City so Jay could meet the people at the VA where he would like to do a residency program. Thursday, we drove back down south and met up with half the fam at The Cabin where we played at least four different versions of Settlers of Catan. Friday, we drove back to St. George and met up with the rest of the fam. Saturday, we drove to and flew out of Vegas, and Sunday, almost exactly twelve hours after walking through our front door, we spoke in church.
Since we both had Monday off (I'm going to love when our anniversary falls on Memorial weekend), we went to one of our favorite places: Marburger Orchard in Fredericksburg, TX. We went last year for strawberries and had great excitement for peach season, but a late freeze killed their crop. We were devastated--we'd been looking forward to those peaches all winter long (we'd picked bushels of deliciousness the year before).
This year, though, the weather was perfect for peaches. No late freezes. No too-warm winters. No bugs or blight.
So we hauled ourselves out of bed at 6:30 (A.M.!) on Monday and left for Fredericksburg with our friends Jeff and Nichole. We were not disappointed.
Our two years of peach cravings were finally satisfied. We feasted our eyes on row after row of squat, heavy-laden fruit trees.
It was a beautiful, hot Texas morning. I'd forgotten how hot Texas summers are. I think it's similar to the birth phenomenon--you know, the one where a few days/months after giving birth a woman thinks to herself, "That wasn't really so bad--I could do it again." Because, trust me, if it were possible to remember just how hot and humid it gets every summer (and by "summer" I mean April through October), no one would live here. Those darn mild winters and beautiful springs lull us into a false sense of security just in time for summer to punch us in the face.
Jay's height was definitely an asset when it came to picking the ripest, largest peaches. Since there had been hordes of people picking peaches all weekend, by Monday the choicest peaches were high up in the leafy boughs.
I love fences. No matter the style, I think they make for some fun photos.
I hate bugs. Hate, hate, hate them. And the orchard was full of them. Large crane flies buzzed around the fruit. Spiders spun their webs between twigs on the peach trees, and I had a minor freak out every time I walked through one of them (about once every three minutes). Spiderwebs on my face = full body shudder + crazy dance + major grimace. Ick.
But butterflies...well, they're the exception. I love how vibrant and delicate and graceful they are.
I also love taking pictures of them. Can you tell?
Jeff and Nichole, picking away.
Thanks for joining us, guys!
After we'd picked our fill, we headed over to Fredericksburg. We browsed and window shopped and ate some delicious food, and then we headed back home. Jay and I were so tuckered out that we zonked in the back seat. Nichole and Jeff were nice enough to let us sleep.
Later in the afternoon, we went to Jonathan and Mandy's house and had some truly amazing food. I've been sitting here for about two minutes trying to come up with adequate superlatives for Jonathan's cooking, but I'm at a loss. We really, really appreciated it. That's about all I can say.
And to Jay, these past two years have been the best of my life. You are patient and kind and good (and hot). How blessed, how lucky, how grateful am I.