Saturday late afternoon we took our grandsons to visit their friends who live in our neighborhood. The blow up pool was in the front yard; wicker chairs on the front porch gave us a clear view of the kids splashing around, jumping in and out of the pool. The sun shone hot hot hot and the humidity was high. I stood in the pool with the kids for a while, and my shorts got wet, but it felt good. Popcorn was placed on a table in front of the porch. Our three, the host’s two, and two neighbor kids made up the party. After a while, my neighbor said, “We could grill some food.” I volunteered to “run” to the neighborhood grocery for a watermelon. We ate hamburgers, hotdogs, corn chips, grilled green beans, baked beans, grilled onions and portabella mushrooms, raw carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, (locally grown) lettuce, avocado,pomegranate (surprise this early in the year) and watermelon. Each child could choose what to eat. And what seemed like a huge banquet, disappeared in about half an hour. It wasn’t a planned party, just a spontaneous sharing of life and love. The next day we shared another meal with some other friends, a sip of wine, a taste of bread, a song of joy. Sharing food, sharing love, life at its simplest and best.