18 Jun 2012
Dappled sun light....still dewy grass....a bite in the air that sends your outward breath off into the day with a puff of steam....
When sun warmed rooms lure us in to hibernate beneath folds of wool ....we head out of doors.
Country terrine spread lavishly over crusty baguette....piquant cornichons..... yielding, oozy brie...
With every inch of our bodies covered with layers of warmth save our face....cheeks ruddy with the smack of cool....eyes radiant....alive.
Thermos of steamy tea...crumbly cake speckled with cinnamon...with sugar.
Frisbees....daisy chain making....meandering.....
Rolling with gay abandon down lush grassy hills....rising with twigs snagged in flyaway hair...beaming.
Sky so blue and perfect a single cloud dare not teint it's purity.
Winter wrapping it's magic around and intoxicating me like each year before.
Picnic rug I made from vintage sheets and backed with a vintage blanket in exactly the same shades of blue. Serendipitous! Pattern from Handmade Home by Amanda Blake-Soule. Utterly divine vintage picnic basket thanks to Make Mine Mid-Century who gifted this to us. Thanks so much, we adore it!