Although most of you know me IRL, and know all about where I live, I think there may be some readers who don't, so I thought I would explain all of the recent "peach flavored" activities in our lives. We live in a county which is famous all over Alabama (and other parts of the South) for its peaches. The water tower at our exit on the interstate is a huge peach, and we have peach farms all over the county. We're pretty sure our peaches are better than those from our neighboring state, that claims to be the peach state.
Anyway, peach season officially starts towards the end of June every year. The first peaches are ripe and ready about mid-June, but the sweetest ones come later in the summer. I have no idea when it started since I'm not from here, but the last week of June is always a whole week of peach activities, collectively called the Peach Festival. It starts on the next to the last Saturday with the Peach Run (which y'all know all about), and the Peach Cook-off (which my MIL won 2nd place in a couple of years ago), and there are other peach things all week: a car show, fishing tournament, the Peach Jam on the next Friday night, Peach parade the last Saturday morning in June, a peach auction, etc.
The first couple of years I lived here, I was single, and didn't really know anyone. I didn't participate in many of the activities at all. I had lived here for two years when I met John, and we had been dating about 3 weeks when it was time for the Peach Festival. We went to the Peach Jam that Friday night and it was one of my favorite dates! I had never been before, and it was so much fun because nearly everyone attends and you stop all along your way to talk to people. We usually go every year, but Fitz was only a couple of weeks old in 2011, so we skipped, and last year it was just too stinkin' hot. So, this year was Fitz's first Peach Festival!
Friday night, we all went to the Peach Jam, and Papa came and met us there. They had hot air balloon rides. We didn't participate, but Fitz was pretty impressed with the huge balloon!
We didn't manage to get a family photo, but here's Papa playing with Fitz:
Saturday morning was the Peach parade. We love a parade around here, and usually go to any parade there is! Our friend Heather's son, Fletcher, marched in the parade this year for the first time, with his school's band. He just tried out for, and made, one of the prestigious drum line positions in the band and we are so proud of him!
Besides bands, our parades always feature lots of pageant queens, tractors, politicians and fire trucks!
Papa came and met us at the parade, too!
Fitz especially liked this tiny pony:
and the suckers, of course.
I absolutely love this little small town, and all of the activities that come with living here. I love going to events like the Peach Festival and knowing most of the people I run into. I love that everyone knows Fitz and talks to him, and laughs at his funny faces. I love that we still do things like the Peach Festival, and that most everyone participates and has fun. I never thought I would live in a small town, but I sure am glad God brought me here to live and work. I can't imagine living anywhere else.