Spencer made our picnic table. My paint job didn't take very well, which really bothered me at first, but I've grown to like it. It has the patina of a beat-up picnic table at a state park, its green paint gouged and flaking. I just need to carve some initials into the wood to complete the effect.
The table is in a screen house. On warm evenings I load a tray with a lantern, salt and pepper, napkins and cutlery and take it to the screen house while dinner is cooking. An egg salad sandwich is heaven when accompanied by a soft breeze and dinner music of rustling leaves, crickets and dogs barking in the distance.
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