"The ornament of a house is the
friends who frequent it."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
An invitation from my friend who is a school teacher was an offering for lunch out at her farm. As word spread, I realized it wasn't just a select few, but an extended list including folks I didn't know. We awaited the luncheon with great anticipation.
The teacher set up tables in all of the rooms of the farm house. Each table was covered with a quilt and the place settings, well they simply didn't match. China plates were all differing patterns. Each polished silver utensil was unusual and every drinking glass was unique. Of course, no two cloth napkins were alike.
There was so much love gathered at this country home, I don't even remember what was served. After dessert, everyone wandered outside and explored the magic in the gardens, both vegetable and flower. It was positively the most lovely lunch I have ever attended. No boundaries, no back biting, just individuality honored and explored.
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