This is our third weekend in the StayHome era and I think I need to count my blessings: 1. I have a garden, not a big one and rather unkempt, but a place to get some fresh air, exercise (and photo ops!); 2. I have always enjoyed cooking and these days the simple pleasures of home cooking are an important source of comfort. It takes my husband up to 50 minutes in line to go grocery shopping, so this colorful bunch of produce struck me as being not only beautiful but downright "precious". I look at them and think back to my mom's wartime stories, where she would ride her bike for 30 + kilometres to get a single egg. We are definitely not to that point, but still, all of a sudden, I find this wealth of fruit and veggies movingly beautiful.