With unseasonably warm weather and a harvest moon above, it seemed fitting that Thanksgiving be held al fresco. The table and chairs I've been refinishing for the past two months were already outside. The fact that I could not bring the table upstairs by myself and had no one to help, unless my dinner guests were to be pressed into action, had only a passing effect on my decision to hold an extemporaneous Thanksgiving picnic in the garage.
And not my garage. My neighbour's. Fortunately, I have the keys to her car and there was room to park it beside mine behind the house.
So six of us dined on the new table replete with candle light and wine.