The weekend folds itself up for ordinary business in much the same way that it unfolded.
Everything is tidied up and put back into order.
There is solace in the place quieting itself again, and in the ritual of marking the days until it becomes lively again.
We have begun the comfortable evolution of our summer ways.
After the miles of meals and busy clutter of people in the house, I take refuge in the softness of white.
A lacy tablecloth pleases my senses, and a few gathered things cheer my heart. They make me think of pound cake and lemonade under the backyard canopy. . . .
Time for fresh flowers to fill a big jug.
Maybe it's this dried lemon, but all I can think of is lemon desserts!
So lovely that there are weeks and weeks ahead for all that. . . .
I hope this last week of May is a beautiful one for you!
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