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.)
