September has a way of surrounding us, with memories of past Summer holidays, school openings, new ventures ahead and sun splashed laziness behind. When I become dizzy with the schedule filling up, I head for the garden, the pressure valve is opened, along with the dahlias.
Some of the Summer vines have finally begun to bloom in earnest; one last moment to shine.
Zinnias continue, even the one that Robin Lane Fox disparaged a few weeks ago in the Financial Times (boo hiss).
The last roses of the season make an appearance.
Nicotiana ‘Stonecrop’, a favorite, repeats itself from seed saved each year.
It belonged to my Grandmother and she meant for me to have it. I remember watching her work needlework projects from this perch so many decades ago. Here is my heartfelt question.
What do all of my revered blogging friends (who have the most beautiful and inspiring photos to show of interior design), do with those pieces that don’t fit into their scheme?
Where do those well-loved and out of time pieces go?
I gaze with appreciation at the beautiful photos of interiors, so perfect. But there are family pieces that can’t be relegated to a basement or out-of-the-way room. A chair that doesn’t fit but won’t be denied!