Peaches and Manassas

Squid, Steve, Rae, Mr. Graff, and I went a peach-pickin'. 

Squid played in the trees. 

And we got about 40 lbs of peaches. 

Getting ready to go, Rae attacked a Pringle. 

Then fell asleep holding one. 

He liked feeling the peach fuzz. 

And Mr. Graff made lots of yummy peach things: peach habanero jam, cobbler, peach sauce, and canned peaches. Oh, and vinegar.

I like how red the centers look. 

Everyone got to help; Squid and Steve sliced peaches. 

Icie took pictures. 

Peach sauce (something like applesauce, for peaches) looks like vomit. 

Bubbling vomit on the stove. 

Rae loved Auntie-time.  

And then we all took a nap. 

We went to Manassas, too. 

It turns out that neither the Union nor the Confederates had any idea of what they were doing. 

In fact, the battle could have gone either way for most of the day. 

But Stonewall Jackson rallied his boys, charged a Union line, and stole four Union cannons--

because nobody thought to stop him. 

And the Confederates won. 

Did you know that the Confederates named their battles after railway junctions or towns? 

The Union called this the First Battle of Bull Run, after the nearest river.  

I think it's funny that the battle site is referred to by its Confederate name, Manassas. 

That's okay; Virginia also has a Robert E. Lee Parkway.

We ended our day with mustaches. Even Widget got one. 

Rae's mustache was attached to his pacifier,  

and Squid need more than just lip fur.