The door opened and Penny Turner stepped to the street as soon as I turned off my engine. She smiled through maroon lipstick and waved at me, enthusiasm personified. I got out of the Land Rover. “Sorry I’m late.” “No problem. I was here on time, tho...
Though not yet eight o’clock, the sun had begun to warm the fields, and the air smelled of green leaves and rich earth. Barr hadn’t arrived yet, no doubt snagged by station business. Pulling on a pair of gloves, I made my leisurely way to the tool shed. It was unlocked as always, and the garden c...
What a good idea for using up the glut of zucchini, I said. There arent nearly enough recipes for it this time of year. It had also been a terrific acidic accompaniment to the sweet corn and predictable tang of barbecued chicken. Dessert was light: fresh peaches and mixed berries tossed with...