11. The Harvest Table
For the long evenings, I built a harvest table under a wooden pergola, strung with fairy lights and shaded by vines. A long table, benches on either side, candles down the middle, and a view straight across the fields. It seats twelve in my head, though in practice it is mostly me and a chest full of baked potatoes. I laid a runner of pale linen down the middle and set out plates as if guests were coming, because a table dressed for dinner makes the whole farm feel like it is waiting for something wonderful. A farm that can host a dinner under the stars is a farm that has arrived.