Sunday afternoons on the farm are usually a lazy time for us. Naps are nearly a requirement. (I took mine on the screened porch, under the ceiling fan.) But after the naps, Daddy-O offered to take Little Sister on a jeep ride. Through the bumpy pasture to check on farm equipment, on past the pond, and beside the fences to make sure there were no breaks, with a pause for the raccoon family that scampered to the woods just ahead of us. Then he asked her where she wanted to go. "To the creek!!!" was her instant reply.
So, to the creek he went—to the creek where Little Sister's great-great-grandfather waded many long years ago. To the same creek where that great-great-grandfather took his house full of young children to play. One of those boys was Little Sister's great-grandfather. And of course, Daddy-O also played here when he was growing up.
And then he brought our girls here to wade when they were small. So Little Sister is the 5th generation to spend a hot summer afternoon cooling off in this creek that runs through the farm. I can only imagine that those young boys got more than their feet wet!
Bare feet in the cold water and squishy sand. It was a true summer treat for Little Sister—but not nearly the treat that it was for Daddy-O to share this family tradition with his constant companion.
And one more summer treat from this weekend was the peach cobbler that Mommy made. There were peach orchards are around us for years and we could pick our own, but then "progress" came and farming patterns changed. We now usually buy peaches at the grocery store. They still make a good cobbler.
This is the recipe we've used for years. Just follow the directions exactly.
3-4 cups of sliced fresh peaches
1 ½ cups sugar, divided
¾ cup plain flour
2 tsp. baking powder
Pinch of salt
¾ cup milk
1 stick butter
Put 1 cup sugar on peaches. Set aside. Melt butter and pour into a 2-qt. baking dish. Mix remaining sugar, flour, baking powder, salt and milk.
Pour batter into melted butter. DO NOT STIR.
Spoon peaches over top of batter. DO NOT STIR.
Bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour, or until golden brown.
Here...I put extra ice cream on yours.
**For those of you who might wonder why I have so many photos of Little Sister and not the other granddaughters--Big Sister is spending a good portion of her summer at camp. And Baby Girl is just too little to wade in the creek! Little Sister (who turns four soon) is the perfect age for farm adventures.