Sunday Lunch

Laura (left) came over for goat cheese rolled in juniper & black pepper, from the Farmers Market.

Laura is one of my oldest friends. She told stories about being told by her college calculus teacher, for instance, that her grades would be better if she didn't read novels tucked into her textbook during class, and about how she chose a life of art over medicine. 

We water-colored after lunch. If we catch enough summer in paintings, could they warm us in winter?
This is Laura's: