As you may have guessed from the photo-post without captions post, after a productive day of farm work, we sat down to a French provincial supper. French bread. Olive oil infused with freshly picked rosemary.
It's not French but you work with what you have. |
I thought the tablecloth was a nice touch. |
We listened to some music and chatted with a friend (who reminded us that there are no French peasants).
That is just so lovely.
ReplyDeleteIt was, thank you! It's the Farm's version of The Shack (a.k.a., The Synaptic Jct.) at the compound.
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