Yesterday was yet another lovely day in the neighborhood so I hopped on my bike for a quick ride to Peachtree Road. Luckily I grabbed my camera because the light was changing, getting low and making those long shadows that come at 8:30 in the summer but now start at about 4:00 this time of year. The peach trees are pruned and look like they have arms and a torso with very big hair.
The orchards create a tapestry of texture and subtle color.
I'm not sure what sort of trees these are, they were too far away for me to discern. But they had the most soothing colors, soft oranges, peaches and tangerines (perfect for an orchard!).
Kingsbury Orchard is 102 years old, run by the great-great grandson of the original Mr. Kingsbury. They've developed their own white peach, Kingsbury Pride, a delectable, juicy white peach.
Little baby peachtrees, all staked out for the winter ahead.
I hope yesterday wasn't the last warm day, although I'm grateful for every one we've had this late in the year. It just doesn't seem like next week is Thanksgiving with this nice weather. I'm thankful for being able to ride my bike just around the corner to Peachtree Road, with expansive views, Sugarloaf Mountain in the background and white peaches in my freezer!
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Beautiful, isn't it. So hard to believe how close the big city is . . . the best of both worlds. :)
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