breaking bread

There are so many things I enjoy about our old stone home. One of them is simply the play of morning light across the dining room table.

Last evening, I reveled in the beautiful faces that dined here:

Hubby, tired & somewhat sunburned from a satisfying day's work. He ripped shingles off of a roof in the Indian summer sun.

Ben, the best boy in the whole world of boys. After a morning of college classes, he joined his dad on the roof.

Ana, who is such an very very good girl. She worked from 10-3 and then went kayaking with

Philip, who lives up the street. We love having his dazzling smile around these here parts.

Summer, who wrote & directed a most stunning film which is in its last legs of editing. You just WAIT until you see this film!

Jonathan, who pulled into the drive while we were lifting our forks to our mouths. Lucky for him, we had plenty to go around. He enriched our discussion of Conditional Immortality over dinner.

It tickles my fancy to no end that such lovely faces break bread around our table.