This week we woke up to one of the gloomiest Spring mornings. It covered our home in a darkening fog, and only the dimming light could seep through.
When the season turns quickly like this, I love nothing more than to light up the pillar candles in our hurricane lamps, and watch the glow from the coach light in our garden flicker with the passing flints of rain.
On this particular morning, I cared only for my freshly budding roses that were soon to become wind trodden from the storm. I gathered them up and placed them in thrifted pewter pitchers, and bevelled glassware.
Lately I have been loving the combination of freshly picked flowers sitting pretty in a basket. They turn seemingly gloomy days like this one, into a thing of beauty.