A few months ago I wrote that I've developed a habit of eating breakfast outside every morning. Sometime during the summer that habit expanded to include lunch. Most days I'm out there for about twenty minutes with my lunch, a book, and Levi, with his dreaded tennis ball. (Butch usually naps indoors at lunchtime.)
Yesterday an unexpected guest joined me at the table. Since I hadn't planned to share, I was glad to see she had brought her own lunch.
I hope she enjoyed her meal as much as I enjoyed my whole wheat crackers and pepper jack cheese.