Ten friends. A south-facing patio. A warm late spring evening. Good food, good wine, laughter. Conviviality. A recipe for a wonderful time.
The practicalities involved inventing a table that would seat 10 - this involved a sheet of plywood over our round table, covered with a tarp (so any spills wouldn't mar the future project made from the wood) and a tablecloth. A mix of chairs. Meal prep was shared - we, as hosts grilled flank steak and I made a couple of Potato, Zucchini, Tomato Tians. Others brought appetizers, salad, bread, and dessert. Hospitality made easy.
We lingered long over tea and coffee. The sun slipped away behind the hills in fading ribbons of pink and coral. We shrugged on sweaters and still we sat. Discussion topics ran the gamut - gardening, human trafficking, summer plans, world affairs, and so on.
June can be an iffy month here - often rainy and cold after hints of warmth in May. The people in the know have predicted a hotter than normal summer for us here on the west coast. Perhaps they are correct and it's beginning now. I'll take it. Gladly. It rarely gets unbearable here where the sea breezes cool the air.
The irises are blooming in various shades of pale and deep purple. I captured the ones above reflected in the garden mirror.
Poppies sprawl in front of the peonies. I love this pale pink version. The orangey one, glimpsed behind, is a little too orange for me. It will have to go. We're beginning a bed of plants-that-have-to-be-moved along the lower fence. So far, just one hydrangea bush is there. Perhaps the orange poppy would like to keep it company.
And so summer begins. Oh, I know that technically we're not there until June 21. When the sun shines and the garden flourishes and we can eat outside - that's when summer really begins. It's short around here and I'm planning to make the most of it. Hooray, I say, for summer! Are you looking forward to summer? Or perhaps you dread it, or just endure it?