beat 1. Fresh-cut mango slices for sale at New York sidewalk card tables.
beat 2. First swing ride with my surrogate niece (brave, laughing).
beat 3. Wildflowers gathered from the nearby roadside (improvised).
1. I first saw this camel teapot when I visited Celestial Seasonings last June. I didn’t have room to transport it safely home in my suitcase, but I tracked one down online afterwards.
2. My grandfather, the ultimate gift-giver, gave me these Pendleton coasters years ago. Their daily presence in my kitchen makes me feel so connected to him.
3. Spring flowers still haven’t come to my yard in Maryland, so I’m coaxing them out with fresh, cut flowers inside. (These are to celebrate some recent good news.)
We bought fresh flowers this spring for a party we hosted, and now we’re hooked. We’ve been picking up a bunch every so often ever since then. They somehow change the feel of the whole room.
I recently had a conversation with some friends about our favorite colors. As kids, favorite colors are a frequent topic of conversation — and usually established at the beginning of a new friendship. But among these women I met in my late twenties, the topic had never come up. I’ve found that my favorite color is pretty context-specific. (For clothes, I’d pick blues and greens. I love a yellow bedroom. And our front garden looks great with rich pinks.) When it comes to cut flowers, I think the color of these tulips has to be my favorite.
What simple things have you done to change your space? Does anyone else have favorite colors that are context specific?
Yesterday, we noticed the first dahlia of the season has clawed its way to the surface of our garden. (If you’ve ever seen a dahlia in its early stages, the stems look like little claws. I’ll try to snap a picture so you can see what I mean.)
My husband and I started growing dahlia last summer, and now we’re hooked. Here’s one of the dahlia we cut from our garden last August. Love how lush they are when they bloom.