It’s a beautiful day and I’m driving on a highway I’m unfamiliar with. The scenery is stunning – this road wends its way through a wide and ancient volcanic valley, and in each direction I look, there are mountains, the Fiordlands to one side...
Who would have thought that one day I’d be at the grocery store, impulse buying a little cilantro plant in the produce section because of that one time we made enchiladas. That little, innocent plant sat on my kitchen counter in front of the large west-facing window...
