Summer in St Remy has come around quickly this year.
Can you believe it? We are about to hit July and I feel as if it were moments ago that I was packing up the Christmas tree and looking into winter.
Time, that unfathomable quantity that never stops confounding me.
A couple of weeks ago I spent several lovely days with my pal Carla as she photographed home in Provence.
It is not as if we haven’t taken a million snaps before but as ever, the house and garden is forever changing. Time allows everything to settle, both inside and out.
I am looking forward to time in St Remy. I am not there as frequently, so the days in Provence have become even more precious; never taken for granted.
I am ready for the heat, the buzz of the cicadas and the laziness that inevitably takes over Provence in the season. Provence runs at a relaxed pace and our days are filled with quiet activity.
I have been preparing; spring cleaning and refreshing for summer.
I enjoy these mini bursts of home-making. It is surprising how a few small adjustments and additions can make everything feel re-newed.
In the kitchen I have added new china, etched wine, embossed water glasses and linen napkins. Every summer I choose a theme to decorate the tables and this year, inspired by our border roses I have chosen pale pink and white. I’m feeling that the external decor should be as pale and as delicate as the roses.
The old garden chairs and lounges have had a makeover with simple linen cushions. I have been tempted so many times to throw the old French style and become more contemporary. It hasn’t happened yet. I can’t bring myself to loose the curves and the pretty.
Candles are an addiction of mine and they will be burning inside and out. The small hanging mason jars are perfect for the olive trees and the strings of lantern lights will decorate the terrace.
I am feeling a very pretty summer coming on. Not to mention the pink flamingo and unicorn that will be floating in the swimming pool.
Hopefully, with me in it… xv
Summer In St Remy
images carla coulson