Spring has sprung in the southern hemisphere.
And outdoor eating will be de rigueur for many of us.
Especially those of us who have large country gardens.
Many of my rural farming friends have huge outdoor tables. Too big for indoors. Passed down from one generation to the other. The timber planks of the tables mellowed. With a patina of sheen. Created by the passing of time.
I vividly remember my first invitation to a family gathering. On a farm in Mudgee NSW. 40 family members. All gathered to celebrate the birthday of the father. Second generation farmer.
Under the shade of huge eucalyptus trees.
Three tables were lined up. With mismatched chairs.
Covered in mismatched table linen.
Tablecloths. And napkins. All garnered from charity shops. And hand me downs from family. Over decades.
And ironed on Val’s treasured Fitz Like A Glove™ Ironing Board Cover.