Our friend Donna came for an overnight visit yesterday. She brought her viola, and all afternoon the house was filled with viola and guitar duets - mostly gypsy jazz - and lots of laughter as she and Kim made fabulous music together.
While they played by the fire I played in the kitchen, putting together a supper equal to the special occasion. As well as crispy roast chicken and potatoes, the meal had a last and two firsts. The last of the rutabagas, pulled up the day before to make room for new plantings, mashed with butter and a bit of cream. The first of this year's salad greens. And the first of what we hope will be many asparagus spears - carefully cut it into thirds so we each could have a taste.
Wonderful company, wonderful food, wonderful music. It can't get any better than that.