Last weekend, we attended the peach festival for the fourth strait year. As always, it was wonderful. We picked three flats of peaches, took the kids on a hayride and a train ride, then indulged in peach ice cream, peach cinnamon rolls, and fresh peaches and whipped cream on waffles. I spent the majority of today canning halved peaches and making peach jam. I was pleased to find out that not only do peaches taste like sunshine, they also look like bottled rays of sunlight when lined up on the counter in mason jars. I am tired but satisfied.