Flowers In The Summer House

What I always seem to forget about Sundays is that we are rarely in the house.  We're in the garden, at the grocery store or hanging  about at Starbucks drinking coffee and reading the papers. But flowers were never far from my mind.

 In the afternoon we went to see Midnight In Paris. We left in a dreamy mood having spent an hour and a half hanging out with the likes of Gertrude Stein and Zelda Fitzgerald.  

So  flowers in white and greens with a touch of black seemed appropriate.

The kitchen got a little jam jar full of white nigella, black scabiosa, lambs ears and bits of mountain mint.

The dining room went uptown with white zinnias, Tibet roses, a hugely scented peony, Queen Anne's lace and more of the scabiosa plus bronze fennel, crazy green allium flowers and a bit of grapevine.

The blue vase is right next to the computer, as ever I wish you could take just one deep breath....

And this?  This one perfect peony?  It resides nowhere and everywhere.  We move it wherever we go. 

Bliss in a bowl.

I'll be bringing it with me to your houses, be there soon.

xoxo Jane