On the farm
My mother often refers to someone she likes particularly well as ‘a peach.’ Now that I’ve discovered the joy of a fresh local peach, I can see why the usage came about to describe someone rare and special and always welcome. The peaches, blueberries, corn and tomatoes, among other things, are now being picked at Parlee Farm in Tyngsboro. You can buy from their store or save money and get more of a farm experience by picking your own. They also have home-made baked goods (people seem to like the apple cider doughnuts that do smell heavenly), ice cream and an animal-petting area. Families with young children, daycares, and elementary school groups by the busload come to enjoy a day at the farm. Occasionally I treat myself to a bouquet of their fresh flowers:
