Then a couple of years ago, one of my daughters hit a rough spot, and once again we grew a garden. Small but productive, we felt purposeful about it, and proud of our efforts.
This year on a whim, my husband and I planted squash, tomatoes, peppers and some herbs. With all the rain we've had, the garden is going wild. Last night we had our first meal from what we've grown: stir-fried squash and pasta with pesto. Add peaches from Candor (thank God those poor peach farmers are having a great year), and it was a delicious meal.
Today we rode around Southport trying to get to know the streets and shops. Nice night, nice morning.
