There is always something fun about serendipitous happenings. Last evening I walked over to the garden because the day was lovely and the end of day promised to be beautiful. I didn't take a bag with me (big mistake) and ended up with an armload of tomatoes to carry home. Oy!
One of the gardeners who hangs out with Smith was there picking ears of corn from his garden. A big pot of water was starting to boil in the garden's outdoor "kitchen". He said a few others were gathering for a mini-cookout. He hoped Smith was coming, but alas, Smith was working late. He said I should stay. So, I did. First, I ran home to cut up my tomatoes and grab a coat (it was chilly).
Unfortunately, I didn't think to grab much more, but Alan had a knife, paper plates, a pat of butter, and I had salt and pepper in my car (don't ask). Only four of us were there to indulge in the delightful feast of freshly picked corn on the cob (the best ever), and sliced tomatoes. No forks, no napkins--only the essentials of friends and good food. We cleaned up our mini-feast just as the sun started to set.
The cold and clouds of last evening were a portend of things to come, as this morning we're having a rainstorm like we haven't had all summer. I predict we'll be seeing snow on the mountain peaks from this one!
Happy Weekend, everyone!