Yesterday on my way home I had to pull over, when I saw a roadside stand that our neighbors had placed out.
As you can see above, a pile o' peaches had tumbled into the grass.
Don't fall, you sweet fuzzy babies
Our neighborhood has orchards:
and farms, alongside estates and cottages. It's really a joyful place to live.
They aren't commercial, they are for joie de vivre.
Across the street, horses were in the distance. My eyes could see them better than the camera could. One white horse moved like a ghost among the rich browns.
Sun was going down and I know it was getting too dark for photos, but there was a hint of pastel watercolor in the sky.
Of course I picked the one with all the leaves: