Dinner...

 ...is sometimes a tea party.

Dinner is sometimes a galette made from a box of summer vegetables that were grown on the organic farm that is practically in our backyard. That's right. A local farmer, wanting to try his hand at farming, asked our landlords if he could use a bit of land to grow some vegetables. He has now turned it into a business--which is about 150 feet from our house. Sometimes I need to pinch myself to remember how lucky we are to live where we do!