The lavender dinners are behind me and I have the warm afterglow of all of the fantastic guests who graced us with their presence. When I woke up this morning I just had such a strong sense of pure happiness. Happiness and tear grabbing gratitude. What a great season we have had on this farm and the loving support of our friends and our guests who feel like old friends now. Its hard to believe the last farm table dinners on this farm will be in two weeks and then the page turns and a new chapter begins.
Tomorrow is my birthday I've established that I will be 43 (I thought 44 but a friend did the math and I gained another year) I must say I'm really looking forward to my next year of adventures, this time moving Living Kitchen and all of the critters to a new farm interwoven into 400 acres. Ah the story begins. Happy new year to me.
Sunday of course I indulge. I sleep in, and I eat. Sunday Breakfast is my most sacred meal. This morning as the biscuits were baking in the oven we went out to the garden and harvested 1 eggplant, 1 zephyr squash, a bunch-o-tomatoes, and several Italia peppers which we made a splendid hash out of. With two poached eggs on top and a ripe fresh picked cantaloupe it was quite a tongue pleasing ordeal.
Were off to the new farm to relax and fish and celebrate b-day eve with some friends.
Keeping fresh before me these moments of high resolve.