This past Friday started with meeting a sweet friend on her doorstep. She hopped on the back of my bike and we rode down to the farmer's market. The golden hour streamed through the trees while we strolled amid stalls of artisan cheeses, warm bread and fresh produce. We sipped cappuccinos and the scent of roses, hydrangeas, and peonies filled the air. We made our way to work with a loaf of rosemary focaccia, gorgonzola soaked in a wine reduction, chile olives, and basil feta. Oh, and the tiniest of bouquets for our desks. I smiled all day long.
