Breakfast

Bronwen in the Garden

There is nothing like a bean straight from the plant or a tomato, still warm from the sun. This morning before Bronwen and I got into the car to speed off to our respective day jobs, we took a walk together in the garden. After last nights thunderstorms the air was clean and cool and the plants were vibrant and healthy looking. Bronwen stopped to touch every developing tomato and pepper; she poked every flower. The string beans had doubled in size since yesterday. I snapped off bean after bean and we munched them in the cool morning of the garden.