"Like painted kites, those days and nights/They went flying by" --Johnny Mercer, Summer Wind
Labor Day Weekend...with all of my reveling in the post-Provence afterglow, the end of the season snuck up on me. Admittedly, I'm not too happy to see summer come to it's unofficial end.
A few things I'll miss: Fresh berries for my morning yogurt, blue hydrangeas, garden roses, long days, breakfast on the porch, bare feet, sundresses, sandals, big straw hats, being warm, the smell of sunblock, poolside gossip, picnics, fresh tomatoes, dinner on the lawn, bottles of rosé, beach reads, peaches... the list is as long as a summer day.
What will you miss most?
I'm wishing you all a happy Labor Day Weekend a little early, determined to enjoy every last moment of summer! Back next week with more warm memories from Provence. XO