Arden was coming for lunch and I had no idea what to fix. Hmm. A half-bag of baby spinach was an inspiration for a quiche. The pastry shell baked, bacon and onions sauteed (gosh, that combo smells good!) before throwing in chopped spinach, and I whisked eggs and cream from the goat milk, adding some remnants of Parmesan cheese and a grating of nutmeg. My friend arrived with a salad chock-full of goodies just before the quiche came out of the oven. Talking in the kitchen while we waited, perfume from the lilacs wafted in through the open windows. Earlier, I noted the butterflies that so enjoy the flowers have arrived. It was lovely to spend time with Arden on such a beautiful day.
The girls followed their well-worn path at sundown and I followed, walking along the strip I'd cut and smelling new-mown grass.