Every summer, my husband’s extended family and their various adorable offspring gather in Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina for a few days of rest. Ed and I try to make it each year, since it’s one of the rare times we’re able to get together at the same time as the rest of the Hardy clan. As the family grows, we spend more and more time eating in at our rental house and less and less time eating out. We gather in the kitchen in the morning for eggs, trickle in from the beach in the afternoon for salads juicy with ripe tomatoes, and throw steaks on the grill for dinner, biting into peaches so lush that they drip their rosy yellow nectar stickily all over our hands. Once you’ve tasted Southern peaches, still warm from the farmstand and hours off the tree, you’ll never go back to the woolly out-of-season ones again. We checked out the local Wrightsville Beach farmers’ market on Monday, and here’s what we saw.