I like to have flowers in places where we will see them often.
It is the time of year when I can pick them from my garden.
Blue hydrangeas and yellow lilies for the kitchen table,
in a vase that was my great-grandmothers.
I always have flowers, or in the winter, greens, in this pitcher on this table in the foyer. The pitcher is from the West Virginia farmhouse that my father's family lived in for over a century. It was sold when I was a teenager, and the last of the great-aunts who lived there died. The pitcher is rough and rustic and everything looks good in black. Maybe it was originally used at the table for milk. We had huge breakfasts there-- lima beans with breakfast is a strong memory. The angel used to sit in the window of a restaurant in Brooklyn Heights. When the owner died and the effects of the restaurant were being disposed of, I asked about her and she was given to me. I find her strangely powerful.
This little bouquet is on the table where I work.
My father gave me the cranberry glass vase when I was 20.
To see a variety of lovely flowers in the house, visit Small But Charming.