millions of peaches...

My folks "rented" a peach tree from their stake in Brigham City. It's true. For, I think, five bucks. They rented it and took care of it when it needed to be taken care of. And then, when September came, several of its delicious fruits were ready to be plucked from its branches. (When I say several, I mean several. One of those large silver garbage cans full, plus 2 real big buckets worth. And that was just the first time they picked the tree's fruit. They've gone back at least once.)

From the looks of it, that tree produced MILLIONS OF PEACHES. My awesome parents gave me a large bowl of peaches before I headed back to IF last week.

So lovely...

I really, really love peaches. A lot, a lot. They are my favorite fruit when they're in season. Yum-o!

Alas...how many peaches can 3 girls eat without making themselves sick? (I shared with my roommates. I'm nice like that.)

I decided to make a peach pie. (Or two...)

It tasted even better than it looked.
Just so you know.