I started this Fourth in such an unusual way. Most of the time, we are in the mountains camping. Years past, we have been far, far away backpacking in some beautiful Colorado country and avoiding all the fireworks of the city. This year though, we couldn't even bring ourselves to get out of town. Too many house projects and busy weekends made this one the one to be at home. So instead, D got up early to take his dirtbike for a ride. I woke up at 6:45 am to feel the unbelievable coolness of a cloudy morning and catch him for a few minutes. A satisfied Ginger lay in the early morning grass. I decided cuddling in bed with my book was the way to really begin the day (that and some chocolate milk). It felt too early though and once my love kissed me goodbye, I was fast asleep again. Later on, I woke up to a quit house with the sun peaking out from behind the early morning grey. I decided to make hast with the chorizo refried beans that D made this past week (truly a brilliant concoction). It would be the perfect base to my homemade huevos rancheros and proved to be one of the best breakfasts I have ever made. So great, I had to document it.
Afterwards, I realized I've been neglecting the beauty in the garden and decided to take a spin with the camera to catch some of the greatness we have growing out back. Something about it feels so fulfilling even though I do little more than water the plants and eat their bounty. Maybe that's enough; maybe it's getting back to that intrinsic activity of harvesting ones work.
Maybe it's knowing this is fresh, un(chemically)tarnished food I can enjoy anytime.