There's nothing quite like a warm homemade rhubarb crisp with its early summer tartness alongside a glass of sparkling sweet champagne. The Compound said they'd be here at 7:30 last evening -- and they were, complete with the best of gifts straight from the oven. The beginning-of-summer sky set the scene perfectly as we sat on our back patio to toast our going away watching the contrails of airplanes headed north high overhead. They are the greatest friends and neighbors....you'll recall one of my more wild posts about them here. Thanks you guys....we love you all to death. And no matter how far down the road we move, it'll never be that far.