tomatoes! A country girl I am not, but it feels great to be spending the day at our little lake house, even if it means traveling more than six hours for not much longer than a 24 hour stay. I'm sitting on the deck, resting my eyes on the water and my hubby is topless, lounging on the hammock, listening to "Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me!" on NPR. Our cat is slinking around like the huntress she aspires to be. The brook is burbling. A woodpecker is pecking. The hot tub is heating up. And I've just picked a bowl of tomatoes from our garden. Way more than we could ever eat. At this moment at least, life is exactly as it should be.