If you know me, you know summer is NOT my kind of season. I’m a cold-weather gal, hence Eisley’s middle name, Winter. There are, on occasion, those perfect summer afternoons when sitting in the shade of a tree you realize all is as it should be. Even if for those brief moments.

I snapped these photos a week or two ago of one of the last days of our summer. I’m pretty surprise they weren’t posted sooner than this because they are perfect. My perfect little ones chowing down on a giant peach, backlit by the afternoon golden haze.