I sat across from him at an outdoor table. Shade was over us, and a sunny afternoon was over that. It was the perfect pause in the middle of a thousand-mile whirlwind roadtrip. Other people who had come out for an afternoon lunch sat at other tables scattered around; some with dog leashes wrapping a chair leg, the dogs lazy-lying with chins on paws, eyes drooping.
On the white platter set in front of me were high-piled garden greens - the sweet-tender, home-grown sort of garden greens, you know? On top of that, thin laces of red onion looped over red pepper, briny Kalamata, and tangy hunks of feta. Sauced with thick ropes of dressing, it was a photograph of goodness.
And, goodness, it was, proven by long stretches of paused conversation.
Then, I remembered, back home, that little square plot next to the old weathered shed, where lettuce was surely growing at that very moment. Radishes, too - nourishment coming straight out of open ground and summer heat. That sweet-tender goodness would soon find its way onto our home table, just like this.
I smiled at what comes from waiting.
Hello, friends! Wishing you a lovely week's beginning! What are you waiting for?
