I am sure you have heard the phrase, "farm to table"... but have you ever actually gone to a farm, picked out your food, and taken it to your own table? Last Sunday that is exactly what I did. Tucked away in the heart of southwest Michigan, my two amazing friends have a beautiful plot of land that stretches as far as the eye can see. They allowed me the opportunity to wander around with my camera, gather some eggs, and enjoy a few glasses of wine. 20+ chickens call this place home. Corn, buckwheat, and amaranth abound. Large garden beds house everything from tomatoes to melons to root vegetables galore. (Lucky for me, the tomato garden happened to be overflowing which afforded me a to-go box large enough to feed an army!) I watched the chickens wander around the yard, I saw where they sleep at night, I learned their names. I saw how much they were loved and cared for. There is something to be said for going to the source for your food. It nourishes your soul as well as your body. The labor of love that is owning your own farm is astonishing and demands respect. Many thanks to Chuck and Lis, you gave me way more than tomatoes and eggs that day.