My garden house, which is the original shed from the 1930s, is only two by two square meters. Too small to house a dinner party for five or more. It can be incredibly romantic for 'a dinner for two' though, but that was not the case.
So I begged the weather gods to keep it dry. I even put up my parasol, to force the sun to come out, and I laid the table with my prettiest vintage table linen, that I did not want to get wet. It must have helped, because not long after my plea, wide blue gaps appeared between the clouds and with it the first rays of sunshine. My cardigan went out, and the guests came in.
We had a delicious afternoon and evening, enjoying home made pies, salads and cake, while listening to stories of summer holiday's, children, books, music, politics and all things interesting and not so interesting, but fun to talk about anyway, that occupied our minds. Although it's the end of August already, I am crossing my fingers for more outdoor parties. With a bit of luck, there are still three to come.
Have a great week. Enjoy the outdoors!