One bucket. Yep, one out of this world bucket of peony was what I found yesterday in the Market. They were just what I needed to start the season off right. The grower so very proud, as well she should be. They are our Flower Friday bloom.
Just arrived the other day at the shops, Julia Reed’s South. Part cookery book, part entertaining book, it is filled with family recipes and tips on being a gracious host/hostess. We have been a fan of her writing over the years, as her take on things and wit are such fun to read. Walking to dinner last eve, I told TPS what I connect most with is her view on life and relishing the small moments. This quote by Julia sums it up. “What I love about the South is that there is nothing too insignificant to celebrate, and if you’re really lucky you learn about grace and small joys, which are, after all, what make up big lives.”
This post is about giving of what we have. It also about this divine Dogwood branch that was a gift to me yesterday by our friends Peg & Brian. The branch broke off in their yard, and they thought of me. So incredibly sweet I get teary just typing this. They knew how much I would appreciate the beauty. They know me well. Sometimes the best gifts come at unexpected times, out of the blue. Often these can be some of the very best gifts. A sign of friendship & love. It could be a book just read passed on to someone you know would enjoy it. Or a beloved sweater outgrown that you know a friend would adore. Or a loaf of just baked banana bread given unexpectedly for no reason. Gifts can come in all shapes and sizes, at all times. It means you are giving a part of yourself–truly the best gift you can give.
A classic to me is something that stands the test of time. When I walk around the shops there are certain goods that we have stocked since we first opened in 1998. Many of those things had been around for quite a few years at that point. Close to 20 years added to that and ‘classic’ status is achieved. Agraria, once a little shop in San Francisco creating exquisite bath & home products, was the initial maker of their bitter orange. The product line was later sold and then moved to Los Angeles where they continue to make the beloved Agraria bitter orange. Candles, room spray, bath salts, bar soap, lotion, bath gel and liquid hand soap–we stock it all. The scent unmistakable. A classic.
We picked a rainy Sunday to make our annual trek to DIG Nursery yesterday to choose our scented geraniums for the season. They will fill the pots at WestWard, to be enjoyed now up until November. Fingers crossed, the scented geranium have not been of much interest for the deer. We will hope that holds true this year. Sylvia & Ross, our friends who own DIG, are as much artists as nursery purveyors. Their establishment is like walking into a live art installation–where plants, flowers & people meet. It really is unlike an other nursery I have ever seen. You just ‘feel good’ and energized while in the space–to me that is what good design evokes. They always carry a stellar stock of scented geranium. Here are a few images I clicked away as the rain fell making the greens even more green.
Flower Friday a new post idea. Not sure why it has taken me close to 5 years to think of this. Insert very large smile. Silly me. So look for my favorite blooms coming your way each Friday. These intensely yellow tulips echoing the incredibly beautiful sunshine we have had a bunch of the last few days. Yellow equals happiness in this case.
I spent yesterday at the 86 Pine Street shop, so I snapped away at a few things that caught my eye as the sun streamed in through the oversized window that faces out to the Market and the water. Often it is images I am capturing down at the other shop as the big First Avenue & Spring Street windows let in an incredible amount of light which is ideal for picture taking. But the beautifully sunny day had the light dancing about so I hopped right to it. More bath-centric–towels, toothbrushes, shampoo and bath gels became my favorite of the moment. With vetiver being the winning scent. I had the door open the entire day, the sound of the fountain gurgling away and folks milling about in the background, the natural music of our beloved Inn courtyard.