eating but not working

25 years ago we moved up the canyon from Cuautempan to Aquixtla; John found a barn in the middle of farm land and made a deal with the landlord.  We would pay to have the barn renovated in exchange for rent to live in it.  Deal
Then my husband hired a mason  to do the work; every morning for months he came - we carried on with life and 6 children.
And mid morning each day, our mason's dear wife brought him brunch- almuerzo.
She unpacked the little pots on the grassy slope beside the barn--beans, corn tortillas, freshly dug potatoes in tomato broth, squash-and that's when I first tasted squash blossoms, sauteed with garlic and onion, folded into a tortilla. How can flowers and corn taste so amazing?
Every day they invited us to sit and eat . . .

So-last month we visited Aquixtla; we searched for don Beto, our neighbor and old friend, and we found him in a random field, harvesting beans with his workers- he invited us to share his almuerzo.
And that night Naomi commented on her favorite part of the day. . ."sharing almuerzo with don Beto and his workers--and we didn't even work!"