I am all about simple and sweet over here when it comes to decorating. And this year, I am really loving all the vining things to bring in that woodland kind of feeling. Today it is all about hops and decorating with vines on the coat and in a wreath. I shared a sneak peek…
Foraged autumn floral decor is a favorite. I love to decorate with seasonal and dried flowers anytime of year but in autumn- those foraged floral arrangements just seem to fit perfectly. Whether wandering the garden to clip dried flowers and greens or scavenging through your dried florals through the year – the beauty of a…
It is hard to believe it is almost the middle of September already- and that we are zooming right into autumn and the holiday season. And autumn garden season too. Here in California- September usually brings fairly warm (even hot!) daytime temperatures with crisp nights – and so our planting and gardening season continues a…
Bath, England was not on our original travel agenda since we were looking for smaller villages mostly but decided on a whim to ride the train up to Bath. My husband is a huge history buff and being half Italian he also loves anything with an Italian architecture and history. When our taxi driver mentioned…
Porches and patios are getting ready to be covered in warm autumn colors and greet all things pumpkin season. While today I am staying inside with the crazy record breaking heat in Northern California, I am thinking about porches, patios and all things pumpkin. And so, it is all about inspiration. And 9 ideas for…
Welcome to the weekend view. This week is all about new babies, Paris and pretty things. Baby Silkies While we were in Europe working and playing- my daughter was staying at the house to watch all the animals for us. She face-timed us one morning to show us what she found when she opened the…
Another day another tiny village to explore in the cotswolds. Today it is a quick tour of Lacock, England. Lacock Remember when I told you that it was a bank holiday and our taxi driver became like family? We learned about a little village called Lacock while in his taxi. It wasn’t one that was…
When I first arrived in France – many, many moons ago – the month of August, for most of the country, meant everything was closed. “Fermé pour vacances!” was the sign posted on all the doors of the boulangeries, butchers, flower shops and other essential stores. Les Grandes Vacances were regarded as sacred. The long,…