Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky

Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now.

I love that a man names Bob sings this.

We are all about locally grown dahlias and asters. Colour. Simplicity.

There are still 2 peach weddings to bring you, but i thought we might have a break from matrimony, where is the food? I shall endeavour to cook something interesting this week, or at least do a new blog banner. Those shoes might be Rupert Sanderson, but even i am a little tired of seeing them now.

In the meantime you can gaze at the wonder that is this food blog. I want to live in this blog. That would mean moving to Brooklyn, but i don't think that is a bad thing.

Are you coming to our evening of flowers and antipasto? There are still a few places left, get in quick.


flwrjane said...

But if you did move to Brooklyn we would only be 4 hours apart.

And then the party would commence.

Mrs B said...

My first glimpse of those shoes so definitley not tired of them......LOVE them. Thank you for bringing them to my attention xxx