Yesterday we went peach picking. Chiles Peach Orchard is outside Charlottesville. “Follow the signs to Crozet”. But don’t miss the exit to 250 west. Because this is what we did and we had to turn all the way back and start again. Eventually, we got there when the rain had calmed down. The place would smell like an open jar of peach jam. There were more peaches on the ground than on the trees. When peach picking people become picky. The want all the perfect peaches in their bags. Not too young, not too ripe, without bruises or skin cuts. If a peach fails to meet these requirements, the ground eats it. They are delicious. I am having them for dinner today.