In Season for Every Season

While traveling we found a place that has in season at its best.

A place where you can walk all over their beautiful farm. In the end, you are simply trusted to pick from the bounty and to do the right thing.

They trust you, and they give away free sunflowers.

They're basically saints.

Hunting for ripe enough blueberries was a treat.

Just like Nana's from scratch biscuits.

I will not even try to do them justice here since I know of only six people in the world who have ever possessed such skills. I can tell you that if you ever have the chance to meet up with one of my Mamaw's five daughters please grab yourself a homegrown tomato slice, a dab of mayo, and a few dashes of salt and pepper.

A cold glass of sweet tea doesn't hurt either.

(Oh, and pants with elastic waistbands. Not that I'm speaking from experience).

Whatever you choose to eat, share it with someone that you love. Someone that you trust.

Maybe even someone who needs to feel loved or trusted.

Is it just me or does that sound like every season at its best?

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Since there are no real recipes this time, I'll give up a little secret from another trip. Here's some super simple *gockcamowey-cheese goodness. The sample tempted a friend and I to get the two-for-$10, and now I'm about tempted to buy some stock. In fact, we're trying this this weekend (substituting mild feta for the fresco thing).

*Hope should work for Webster, don't you think? Just don't ask her to tell you her creations with a straight face. The likes of which have never been attempted before. :)