It’s Catherine’s fault.

Her sister is flying into town Thursday and she mused out loud to me in a note that maybe she would be able to talk her into, rather than going home from the airport, driving south to Andy’s Orchard first in hopes they still had peaches. If she did, she’d be glad to pick me some up, too, just give her the word if I’m interested.

Hey. I don’t have kids in school and music lesson schedules to worry about anymore. She does. I saw no need for her to have to worry about how tired her sister might be–there are perks to this empty nest thing.

So I called the farmstand. I have a kid flying into town this weekend myself who loves everything about Andy’s but probably won’t have the time to go while she’s here.

Turns out this morning they picked the last of their Fairtimes for the year and there weren’t very many. The Last Chances had begun to come on, but, as the woman told me after I got there, they don’t have quite as much of that deep peachy essence like these others.

There was no one else in the little shop for awhile and she and I had time for a great chat, so much so that I thought, you know, I really ought to knit her a little something to keep her head or her neck warm on these cool mornings…

Catherine’s kids had huge grins on their faces as they opened the door to that box. They knew.

You can’t get ahead of their mom, though: she sent me home with honey from her hive in thanks for making the trip so she wouldn’t have to. Even if I was going anyway.