for the table.

juliet roses, sweet peas, and ranunculus, just because, the best reason of all. my darling college roommate sent them and my heart's been singing ever since. wonders—and kindness—never cease. 

for the table.

farmers market zinnias. they glow so pretty in summer's last light. 

for the table.

they beckoned me from two city blocks away. i'm so glad to live in a world where wildflowers look and smell and sway exactly as they do. 

for the table.

a burst of sunshine by way of spider mums. 

for the table.

just one more week until i get back to charleston, my family, and the many things i love and miss about those people and that place. to hold me over til then: hydrangeas, bright blue like the ones that grew up big by my grandmother's door. they always feel so much like the south to me. 

for the table.

because june. 

for the table.

 

Now that lilacs are in bloom 

she has a bowl of lilacs in her room 

and twists one in her fingers while she talks.

- T. S. Eliot

for the table.

keeping this treehouse bright and cozy during a stormy week in late spring.

for the table.

bold and bright, and one is enough. 

for the table.

i've been in and out of town for nearly a month and fresh flowers on table are a sure sign that i am home. this week: hyacinths. they pair so well with open windows, crackling vinyls, and april showers*.

*both rain and snow. winter is officially overstaying her welcome.

for the table.

a cheery bouquet for the first days of spring. it's time, you know? winter was snowy and cozy and, in my eyes, proper. but it's time. and when i am over winter, that's really saying something. so, here's to spring—and all the blossoms and walks and outdoor brunches and lovely rainstorms surely coming this way. we're ready for you. 

for the table.

simple and sweet and trumpeting spring. 

for the table.

 for a wintry week of snow, thundersnow, rain, and thunderstorms, i went for the brightest bouquet i could find. so much pretty.

for the table.

birthday edition.

for the table.

some days, happiness—wholeness—has everything to do with running out into the snow to buy yourself some flowers.

for the table.

a winter bouquet of white roses (my favorite) and eucalyptus. all a bit heavenly.