red sunday

i keep seeing poppies growing, beside the road usually, just out of my grasp. in small clumps they seem to grow, except for that one field we saw last weekend, near bath. but that was unusual.

and all i want is to pick them, but i know poppies, and they never last in a vase. the petals fall too quickly, the stems are too soft to hold.  i don't even like red but for some reason i like poppies, their dark centres and willowy shape.

via pininterest via latartinegourmande

home sweet home

he made this collage in the afternoon.

one week in, table covered with sunday post and fresh flowers and fresher espresso brewing. honey from italy and bread from around the block. still unpacking and the curtain have to go, but i love it here already.