Hi Bloggets, getting ready for our delicious evening meal, a family around an old oak rustic farmhouse table sitting on matching chairs with high backs and lemon coloured cushions to match the place mats made from material with tassels. In the centre of my table, is a porcelain salt and pepper pot, bright lemon in colour with a tea pot on a stand that is an old wooden block that has been passed down my family for generations and a milk jug sits next to the tea pot with a lidded sugar dish, all in lemon.
Our dinner will be served on a trolley by my seat with colourful serving dishes and huge serving spoons. The aroma coming from them is simply mouth-watering. A long plate with homemade bread just out of the oven I poured melted garlic butter from a pan on my stove and decorating the bread plate is parsley and carrots shaped into carnations.
We will eat a feast of the finest foods and then indulge a dessert, whilst we continue to dine drinking and enjoying a good old family conversation, whilst we keep warm by the log fire in the corner of the room. Where the flames dance along the solid oak floor. The rain pitters against the window where I see the daily view of the beautiful English countryside fields of seven different colours with lambs frolicking as the farmer ploughs in a truck of bright colours of yellow and red, with a blue bonnet. A babbling stream bounces by to beat the fish who chase the ripples. The rock formations are stunning looking as if they are about to kiss the blue grey sky as the fluffy white clouds clamber onto a sunset which is threatening to paint a rainbow, after the silver droplets have had their day.
Well, OK, back to reality, I must have dropped off for a moment. So, among boxes I find a spoon and manage to get three mugs that don’t match and now looking for my phone to call for a take away Pizza.
But, it is raining.
(C) Fiona Cummings
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