We spent a good part of the official first day of summer under the cottonwood trees. Even on hundred degree days the mornings are nice.
I felt like having a few iconic country things around in celebration, like this chippy old farm chair. I like to find them just this way with the old paint just barely hanging on in places.
When I gathered up this painted watering can a hornet flew out. I found that odd until I saw that a paper wasp's nest had begun inside. An old watering can (or two or three) is a country basic too.
My Queen Anne's Lace (or Cow Parsley as I love it called) is still hanging on even in the heat. But after all it is basically a weed.
I recently found a number of serving things for out under the trees of summer. A ceramic pitcher in a classic ironstone form (but much lighter), for instance.
I found this enormous beautiful vintage tole tray just yesterday. The booth lady suggested that it could be a table top all on its own, it's that large. I love the way that painted trays are sometimes autographed. And barely a scratch.
A new little bundle of linen came home too. A towel with an elegant scalloped edge and monogram.
A delicious linen hand towel with interesting lace.
And an oh-so-artfully worked pillowcase with trim a foot long!
And now we have the quintessential serving cart to join the circle. It begs the soft southern lady accent to go along with it, don't you think? I found the china trays on it for a bargain in the same place. Now all I can think of is lawn parties with frothy white cakes! Even the man of the house noticed how pretty it all was as he stepped out for lunch under the cottonwoods!
The pink and grey details on this transferware platter have a Frenchy feel to moi. (No mark.)
So airy soft and summery.
With graceful tendrils in the corners.
But I never even noticed this eensy bee detail until I saw the photos. It surprised me every bit as much as a hornet flying out of a watering can!
Nothing very special has happened. But I am left with delight at the first real day of summer, and I wonder at how many of those days my vintage companions have served up before . . . .
Happy first day of summer, y'all!
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