What A Blast

Yesterday, we went to Cyclin' Granny & the Mister's cottage for supper. We had an awesome time. The Hostess' meal was fantastic and she was able to do it after a day of painting walls, and when there's no running water in the cottage - and that makes it tough.

Here's the glowing hostess .... it's interesting how both she and The Grandaughter have bright red cheeks. I'm not sure if it's the wine or the cold weather, but they both have the same "glow".


The Hostess wore a lovely pink apron reminiscent of June Cleaver as she effortlessly went about her duties. Notice the posh pose, left hand dangled elegantly?




This is the Daughter-in-Law, observing the Hostess' ease in the kitchen with rapt attention and making mental notes for future dinner paries of her own.









Here is the Host, master painter, renovator and fire tender, looking relaxed after a hard day's work. Across from him was the Guest, and the Guest Dog enjoying the lighthearted storytelling and banter.














The table was set beautifully. Notice the foster-teapot (the teal one from my post a week or so ago) sporting her new, lovingly knitted tea cozy, as was promised. Special kudos for the charger plates. The Hostess didn't even know what a charger plate was a couple of months ago, now she uses them with creative flair.

This the view to the front of the cottage with snow pile to the decks railing. The piles at the sides of the driveway were enormous. During supper we say a couple of deer strolling lazily past down by the trees at shore of the lake.

Unfortunately my camera batteries wore down before I got pictures of The Son, or The Granddaughter.

What a great time we had, the food was great, the company was equally great. Also, we got our copy of The Son's book back How Words Can Speak personally autographed.