Outside was calm with a hint of rain in the air, the table was set with tapered candles and flowers from the garden for our last supper, the final night at the family table. Earlier in the night we tried to capture the sunset on our various technological devices, a sickly facsimile of the real thing was all we could achieve. How could we capture the moon rising slowly through the blood orange sky speckled with grayish clouds?
We had some wonderful meals in this dining room consisting of food taken right from the farm. Wine made from the grapes from the vineyard, olives from the trees, herbs from the garden. There were entertaining conversations, a birthday dinner wine tasting, the birthing then nursing of our hangovers and not much more can be said.
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