Notice, unlike my dear sister-in-law's table, no tenderly cooked dish. We don't cook! As Vince well knows.
The Christmas tree gave us such beauty and joy during the holidays. Saved for the purpose, it now ended its mission in a blaze of glory, giving us a lively, crackling and fragrant fire.
Meanwhile, Yann practiced for male teenagerhood: note the lounging position, the no effort attitude, and the provided-by-a-helpful-female bowl of popcorn to be eaten at leisure. I think he'll be a natural.
Meanwhile, in Quebec, the sun was shining but it was minus seventy-three! Ok, ok, it was ten degrees...or something...
ReplyDeleteHappy very belated Mothers' Day, B!
I missed this post. A table outside, on real grass, with real dandelions (I like dandelions)...looks lovely. And a VERY late happy Mother's Day.
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