Love Notes

I am rather irked by the parade of brown prints and suede boots high-stepping their way into my Instagram feed this week.  And so begins my annual lament:  let the sultry magic of summer linger a bit longer.   

Hellooooo.  It's still July, people.   

After all, the days are still long and the evenings still warm ... why break the enchantment? 
  
Lounge in the sun with a good book.  
Bite into a peach and let the juice drip down your chin.  
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It’s July, how could that be?  My mind today is on the fleeting nature of things - flowers unfurling, bees buzziing, champagne bubbles rising and vanishing into the warm summer air.  I watch from my desk as a hummingbird feeds on a coral honeysuckle vine.  My lilies above have just put on the most spectacular fireworks show.  And now, they are mostly gone, petal after petal scattered across the garden like confetti after a parade. 

Last week, I broke a rule and cut some stargazers to bring inside, hoping to coax a few more days out of their riotous celebration*.  As they fade, I try to remind myself that the future holds new surprises in its tightly closed fist.   For evidence, I turn my gaze to the tomatoes ripening on the vine, while my tangerine tree teases with its promise of tiny fruit.   READ MORE

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Welcome, summer.

There’s something about these first few white-hot (or not) days of summer that feel like a blank page—sun-drenched, wide open, and humming with possibility. Maybe it’s the light: longer now, softer, spilling into the evening with no sense of hurry. Maybe it’s the white dresses—satin and linen, cotton and embroidery —appearing like a quiet little parade of joy in motion.   Or maybe it’s just that this season, more than any other, invites us to softly begin again.  READ MORE

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