I am about to eat my last peach of the season. I was picking up a quart a week at Brittingham’s Produce in Milton. This year they were so juicy I had to lean out past my body to avoid staining every shirt I own, and big? Bigger than my hand, granted I have a tiny hand, but still. Last week, she said “those are the end.” I said give me a bushel and a peck, which makes me think of this song:
I love you a bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck
A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap and I'm talkin' in my sleep
A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck
A hug around the neck and a barrel and a heap
A barrel and a heap and I'm talkin' in my sleep
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Photography grounds me and elates me. I am inspired by nature and its perfection. I see things that compel me to take a photograph, things that are ordinary, or small and go unseen by others. This is my purpose as a visual story teller. See my work in the Beach Paper and the Cape Gazette, or visit my website denyhoweth.com.
