Saturday dawned cloudy with a fair promise of rain, which our area is in desperate need of.
This was the day that Beth and I were taking the ‘little Mothers’ on a trip with us to find peaches to can. We headed south on Highway 42 through Barnesville and continued to Musella, Georgia.
This town boasts a large peach orchard and processing plant. Rows of baskets of pretty peaches greeted us.
It was interesting to see the peaches come rolling down the line fresh from a bath and be packaged into bushel and half-bushel boxes for shipment and point of sale. 
Samples of peach ice cream and peach slush were available and the counter clerk even sliced the peach of the day for sampling before I purchased them. The peaches were a bit under ripe, but I knew that after they rested at home till Monday morning they would probably be perfect for canning.
We had planned on taking our Moms’ out for lunch at a Mennonite restaurant, but discovered that it was another 40 miles down the road. It seemed foolish to travel 80 extra miles just for lunch. So we returned home just as a few sprinkles began to fall. Ah...a perfect afternoon for a nap!
Mom and I had a light lunch and she retired to her room to rest. I decided I would go upstairs and lie down and read a bit. Oh me; I wrenched my left knee climbing the first step of the stairs and have been in pain since. I have pretty bad arthritis in my left knee and my orthopedist has already claimed that my days are numbered till I have no choice except to have knee replacement. Poor dear...every time I go into see him I am begging for him to patch me up and buy me a little more time. This injury felt like muscle or tendon tearing so I did not think it was bone related. Never the less, I hobbled around Saturday evening and all day Sunday with the aid of Mom’s cane. I am hoping that the muscle injury will heal itself if I just baby my knee for several days.
