Triple Salad

Grass under bare feet. A warm breeze. Light darkness. Smell of flowers. Birds sing. Taste.

One thing I associate with summer is dinner in our garden. When the sun slowly sets and everything shimmers golden, including whatever is served upon the table, I feel so incredibly comfortable. Yesterday evening, for example, was highly enjoyable.

We have invited a single friend to come over and have a chat with us. We talked for four hours as well as drank gin tonic and eat three sorts of salad:


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