From A Confederacy of Dunces

i’m rummaging through the attic looking for dishes and silverware and tablecloths. the dishwasher and i have simplified our lives by living with only what we need and the rest we’ve given away or saved in boxes up in the attic for occasions like these. it’s all a mishmash of stuff but it fits us.  i’ve collected leaves and pine cones and stones and berries for the table settings.  simple and rustic.

the weather here couldn’t be more perfect. high 60’s clear and sunny. a sweet breeze blowing.