friday || peaches

day 237 

"The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious."
~ Roald Dahl

i have two hours to myself in the morning while he and the dog sleep
i walk the garden and feel autumn in the morning air and set intentions for my day
later i make peach jam, which doesn't set so i rename it peach sauce
which will taste amazing on sourdough pancakes in the middle of winter
i have enough peaches left i might try again, even after i make a small galette
for us to eat warm out of the oven with a bit of ice cream this evening