For all its cheerfulness, there is something quite melancholy contained in a sunflower. For there is no mistaking its message. The end of a season.
For some it's a welcome sign. The herald of more gentle temperatures. A signal for gathering and cocooning. Of fullness and preparation. Of new colors and new flavors.
I wonder if you ever saw this tablecloth last year at Williams-Sonoma which I thought would be ideal for this time of year.
I fell in love when I saw it a year ago at the height of summer, but it was too much of an indulgence then. Like so many things, it made good sense to let it go. When the shift to holiday decorating occurred, suddenly there it was again, its price slashed seventy five percent when the season was all wrong!
I saved it all year. I knew there would come a time when it would serve to perfection like the ripening of vegetables, or the turning of the leaves.
So much of life is held in the waiting. Not in idleness or in over-anticipation, but in a gentle unfolding day to day.
This year there are these luscious washed Italian linen napkins to be had! I instantly knew they would be perfect for my end of season table. They have a happy relaxed rumpled attitude. I keep seeing them as a big soft bed for the forks to lie in.
I chose the grey linen to pick up the hue of the line drawings and lettering. The vintage fish knives echo the tones of amber.
I enjoy the suggestion of an Italian still life on the table. Or of Arles, and the French countryside.
A bit of Limoges mixed in.
It's been an active, beautiful summer. And I hate to see it go.
When the season finally changes, it will be sweet and a bit sad. I will want to hold summer tightly for a moment as you do with a loved one when you wish you could stay forever. Already waiting, though not idly, until the next time you meet. . . .
I will miss you, Summer.
Adieu . . .
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