Cool autumn breeze rolls over the countryside hills painted in green and blue. Scent of bluebells welcomes me with their sweet smiles. Over the naked trees at a distance, a stream of old lazy smoke sways across seemingly endless blue sky and invites me in for a supper. A rustic, humble plate prepared by rough but gentle hands, followed by caramel glazed apple pie. As the night deepens, I sit by the fire and enjoy his food and company in peace and quiet.