I was freezing peaches and I looked down at my finished work.

The ripe and slightly over-ripe scraps, skins and pitts sat in one bowl.

The freshly-sliced, pinky-orange pile of summer stared back at me from the counter in another black and white bowl.

I remembered, suddenly, that I had been here before.

In the evening, when the rest of the day’s work was done, preserving.

Once before, I had stood and sliced.

I even used this exact wedding-gift bowl, a July or two ago.

Freezing Georgia’s summer to warm our Dakota winters with peach cobbler.

I washed off the sticky juice and breathed in the musty, too sweet smell of peaches.

It all mixed in with a familiarity I hadn’t felt in years.

{For Laurel, thanks for encouraging me to find a bit of time for this space again.}

1 Comment

  1. Laurel

    I love your blog because it is a reminder that life lived simply but fully is a wonderful thing. I know that much of your life is mightly complicated too.


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Hey there... I'm Sierra!

I love to blog, plan, organize, decorate, teach, research & be creative. I’m a farm wife & mama of three kiddos: almost 6, 4 and almost 2. We love to live and work in rural South Dakota. A few years ago we remodeled a house & we call our home The Peacock Ranch.

I am earning a Spiritual Direction Certificate from Sioux Falls Seminary & I put my masters in English/Mass Communications on hold at South Dakota State University so I can focus on being a mama in a pandemic! In the meantime, I’m enjoying reading more & writing here on the blog.