Is it bad that each and every time I write the word "bougainvillea" that I have to check to make sure I spelled it correctly? I am amazed every summer that when the prolific blooms of spring are gone, I actually do have some things that seem to like summer best. Thank goodness for our bougainvilleas, the real champs.
I was surprised to walk in Pottery Barn this spring and see them selling faux bougainvillea stems. I was sure they wouldn’t be a big seller ($24 a stem) here where it is so easy to grow bougainvillea. I was wrong. They were almost gone the next time I returned.
Photographing bougainvillea always gives me problems. The color is so shockingly fuchsia that it almost always looks strangely altered in photographs. I can assure you this is the real color.
My dear great-aunt used to occasionally send me some things for our table. I always loved getting something special from her. Today, I am using the little bluebird napkin holders that she sent.
The last time I saw her, I was five years old. She lived all the way across the country and didn’t like to travel. I don’t even know how she knew that I loved little things for my table but she did. Perhaps it is because she did too.
And now just a little glimpse at the night...
Please join Susan and all the other tablescapers at Between Naps on the Porch.