Fireside

Three generations of Kennedy women fiddled about the kitchen all afternoon. The septuagenarian boiled down the last of the beef to bare bones. The materfamilas, the big time bacon bringer, paced and panicked about shepherd's pie. And the youngest, the frightened future, played Laura Ingalls, fetching wood to feed the fire, hoping her flaming feast could feed more than empty stomachs.

I took some photos today when I was hanging out at home. Here are a few.