The door leading into lunch was a feast in itself.
I licked my lips thinking, "It is sooooo good to have dessert first."
Sunday lunch with friends.
Some details to chew on….
Dried flowers in a vase, remnants of last summer.
Linen covered chair, I love the exposed nail heads, stands proudly on a two hundred year old floor.
French white cotton curtains letting in a hint of Spring.
Sunshine, the light of Spring is different isn't it?
As the day was too good to be true, we took our lunch outside.
A surprisingly warm March day….
The aperitif was served outside.
Brought out in a basket.
Oh my was my heart doing a happy dance.
The details surrounding me where straight out of a movie.
Two garden chairs called out, "We are over here, ready to be set up after a long winter."
Enjoying the moment with friends.
Outside in March!
We carried the table outside.
Lunch was served around the French table.
who like to cook.
Happy me who likes to soak in every single detail!
Dessert:
A feast of laughter, conversation, friendship and homemade
How was your Sunday?
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