Dave and I had been meaning to stop by and visit the garden of my friend Teresa's parents, Claude and Sara. We expected a little patch of vegetables, but we found a lush and expansive garden, more like a little homestead farm. Even now as the growing season winds down, their garden was bountiful with ripe figs, grape tomatoes, fresh herbs, and spaghetti squash – and they shared with us. They treated us like family, and I suspect they are this way with everyone. We left with both our arms and our hearts overflowing from their generosity.
"Rather, it was those quiet, solitary moments of savoring small pleasures that I now remember." –Louise DeSalvo