Perfect Peaches

It's as if the peaches had been practicing all season to look this rosy and smooth-skinned, this thoroughly delicious.  "Last big picking," they were billed, giving those of us who'd come to haunt this particular booth at the Wednesday farmers market ample warning: don't expect this fruit again until next July. 

I felt the same tug in my heart I'm getting when I notice turning leaves or lowered light. 

But who can complain when the tilt of the sun produces peaches like these? 

(The astute observer will spot an interloper in this photo. I threw in a lemon to keep the peaches company.)