During my summer visits to Leonard, the dinner table would be bright with colors of the season, the reds of ripe tomatoes, beets, and strawberries, the yellows of corn on the cob and squash, and the greens of lima and green beans, English peas, lettuce, mustard greens, spinach and collards. I didn’t appreciate that the tomato on the table at lunch had been on the vine an hour before, and that the corn went from the stalk to the kettle in a matter of minutes.