Sometimes it is the simplest of things that remind us of home.
Today, I came across a peach at a local market. Not just any peach. A Rice Fruit Company peach.
Those of you who live in Adams County, PA - you know what I'm talking about.
Those of you who know me from my Cape Cod life - you're saying "yeah - so???"
Rice Fruit Company is owned by a lovely family in Gettysburg - many of whom I was fortunate to count as friends when I lived there. We've lost touch, mostly. Other than Facebook.
But the sight of one of these little red and yellow stickers just makes my heart sing and puts a smile on my face.
Because I was fortunate to know some of the hills where the orchards are that grew this peach. And I know the family started those orchards out of their love.
So, you see, it's not JUST a peach. It's a very special peach. It traveled all the way up here, 500 miles, to take me back there, in my heart.
That's it for tonight. Just the memory of beautiful countryside, lovely warm friends, and... a peach.