Home fires burning

With a fancier flash I could have softened the image a bit so the pergola still showed, and the candles glowed better.

But you still get the idea of the scene the other night when Ken and Ben put together a little end-of-season supper for us. There were tea lights in the gardens, along the paths, atop the wall, dangling from the crossbeams. . . .

We ate too much, drank too much -- and laughed far too much.

Sparkling and delicious.