I mentioned to my away-on-travels daughter that I had eaten the first salad picked from the garden last night. She was thrilled and wanted photos of the garden, so I obliged.  I got low to the green rippled row of romaine, focused in on the filling pea pods, caught the light just right on the thyme, the baby tomatoes, the prickly opening artichoke.

They were lovely photos of a lush vegetable garden, but when she oohed and aahed I realized