I don't have room and, admittedly, attention, for a garden. But that has nothing to do with my love of fresh fruit and vegetables. In India, I loved how the vendors would pedal through the neighborhood streets selling papayas and pineapples, tomatoes and 'ladyfingers' from bike-born carts. I didn't love that there was really only one 'organic' farmer's market where a handful of farmers sold out their offerings in the first 15 minutes of the market's 'hours.' In Northern California, of course, I'm spoiled: Farmer's Markets every day of the week (and hey, it's National Farmer's Market Week), a high level of awareness for organics and a wealth of Community Supported Agriculture farms and services that make it ever-so easy for lazy and/or too-busy people like myself have the bounty of the season delivered each week. I'm a recent devotee of the CSA box subscription: fresh peppers, garlic, basil, watermelon and other surprises as the season dictates. Congruent with my allegiance to the CSA has been a refound infatuation for my juicer. Do you know how lovely fresh, and toast worthy Watermelon Juice is? Yeah!