The day was brimming with typical summer pleasures: a bright blue sky with cotton ball clouds, fields of green, and peach ice cream. The short orchard trees were adorned with perfectly round, golden and crimson balls of fruit. Taking the large pail provided, we set out under the sunny smile of the sun to pick juicy peaches.
The day was what you could call a perfect sunny afternoon.
Each of us spilled with eagerness to pick the perfect peach. Barely ripe, slightly firm, yet glowing with rich colors. The heavier the peach the more juice your slice will hold.
Hidden beneath the shaded branches, unseen beauties slept silently and undisturbed, waiting to be found by the explorer willing enough to climb under the low arms.
The sweet scent of summer peaches made everyone barely able to resist taking a bite, but soon the towering bucket was in the trunk and we were driving back to the front of the orchard. We had picked enough fruit to last for quite a while, all throughout the remaining days of summer at the least.
It was a wonderful day and my first day spent peach picking. I still remember driving off into the sunset licking the melting peach icecream cone in my hand.
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