Chris and Caro and I just opened and admired and chatted and laughed, in that easy way of family or old friends, enjoying the contents of the stockings like little kids. We opened our presents to each other, and were pleasantly surprised and delighted, all around.
I've long wanted a board fence to enclose the far back of the arbor, and something so frivolous and thought-of-maybe-twice-a-Summer was just a passing fancy, but Chris Never Forgets. Moire non of the fanciful silliness we got into regarding decorating the fence, and having a big gathering to get all the grandchildren into the Tom Sawyering of it, and how we'd buy out Sherwin Williams and it would become a Mural for The Ages.
Just look at the layers of tender crust and lemony filling and icing.