The aftermath

On Sunday morning I had some local friends over for a "party" of sorts. We ate pumpkin bread, drank green tea (coffee for me) and talked about life. Then I offered them some pork stew over rice for lunch. And when it was all over, my "coffee table" (which is in the shape and location of a village dining table) looked like this. All in all, it's a beautiful sight, because though it is really a mess, it is evidence of something good.