I walk by bison and lamb (dead but treated well in life) and eggs that were allowed to roam free. I see peonies and radishes as large as an elephant's eye and apples bursting with colors as if plucked from a painter's palette. And think "Someday I should shop in the morning and host a dinner party with my bounty in the evening." Then I buy a muffin made in New Jersey 4 hours ago and get past the notion. Ah, city life and its bounty.