Winter Dinner
On the wall, framed between two windows sits an etching by Rembrandt, The Windmill. Through those windows we can see a substantial dusting of snow, just wet enough that it’s still sticking to the branches. Inside the table for 2 is set. Bread has just emerged from the oven, waiting to be to cut, with a roast turkey accompanied by all the trimming just a few minutes behind it.
On the wall, framed between two windows sits an etching by Rembrandt, The Windmill. Through those windows we can see a substantial dusting of snow, just wet enough that it’s still sticking to the branches. Inside the table for 2 is set. Bread has just emerged from the oven, waiting to be to cut, with a roast turkey accompanied by all the trimming just a few minutes behind it.
On the wall, framed between two windows sits an etching by Rembrandt, The Windmill. Through those windows we can see a substantial dusting of snow, just wet enough that it’s still sticking to the branches. Inside the table for 2 is set. Bread has just emerged from the oven, waiting to be to cut, with a roast turkey accompanied by all the trimming just a few minutes behind it.