When I was growing up, we ate breakfast, lunch and supper. But on Sunday, after church in the morning, we had dinner. To me, dinner on a Sunday means around noon. However, supper has since changed its name to dinner, making for some confusion. When our son was dating his now-wife, she thought being invited for dinner meant in the evening, no matter which day of the week it was. To clear up the confusion, she came up with lunch-dinner. So today, 8 of us gathered around for lunch-dinner. How I love these family times. We laugh, talk, eat, talk, laugh, eat and talk some more.
The day was grey outside but warm inside. We lounged around the fire in the afternoon, playing Dutch Blitz and Chronology, some played on their laptops, others snoozed. But we were all together. And as the grey light of a drizzly day faded into darkness, we once again gathered around the table for faspa - a Mennonite tradition that I grew up with, consisting of a light meal of buns, cheese, cold cuts, pickles and cookies. Tea and coffee, of course.
I ran outside before dinner (lunch-dinner) to find something for the table centerpiece. Rosemary and vinca were the green and fresh so I hurriedly clipped them and plunked them into this jug. Fresh, growing things in winter are a treat. While outside I noticed that the vinca is beginning to bloom already, thanks to our mild winter.
The week ahead is a full one and this was a wonderful way to begin. Together.