The flower-filled pots on our deck are lovely right now -- much more so than the garden, which has nothing in bloom currently save a few stragglers from spring. The deer have discovered my carpet roses, and I cannot keep a daylily or cone flower from them. Sooner or later, they will eat even the bee balm, which I thought might be unpalatable to them because of it's sharp fragrance. Not so. I really need a fence, but that is not in the cards right now.
So I garden on the deck.
And in order to enjoy the show, we love to have as many meals out here as we can. Here is a table setting I like to play with. The larger dish is part of my every day set, and the bowl is from a set I bought at the thrift store last year.
I can't help it, I'm addicted to dishes.
I often try several settings and placemats before I decide what I like best. That is just part of the fun for me. I guess I am making up for a childhood filled with mucking out stables and playing in the barn. Now I set tables for fun.
Fifty-one years old, and I'm finally learning to play house.
We had to dodge the raindrops this weekend, but we were able to enjoy a nice meal or two outside. How about you?