I am documenting the year with monthly photographs of my kitchen table. Capturing the jumble that accumulates here, at the heart of the kitchen, is also a way to record some of the domestic stories of our family life.
On the very last day of August, at the end of a busy summer, here is the August table. There are glorious blue hydrangeas from the garden of my parents’ cottage in France, displayed in a chipped spotty jug. Strangely, this hydrangeas plant, so at home in the Normandy soil, originated from the Sheffield garden of the house where my Dad grew up. I love that cuttings can allow plants to be passed from generation to generation, and I’ve requested a cutting of this glorious plant for myself from my green-fingered Dad.
There are hydrangeas in my book, too. An Observer guide to Garden Plants that I picked up in a fabulous second hand bookshop in Robin Hood’s Bay, when we visited with Canopy & Stars at the start of the month.
Tea, of course. In an oversized Cornishware cup that I bought from the Foodie Bugle shop a while back. Pebbles from the beach- I picked these ones up at Portsmouth, before boarding the ferry to France. A hagstone, and two little white hearts. Beach combing is one of my favourite things about summertime, and the boys have happily inherited my enthusiasm for pebbles, shells and shards of seaglass.
The polaroid images are of our trip to Giffords Circus, as ever a summer highlight, and a timeless delight. In truth, even though the children return to school tomorrow, I am far from ready to contemplate the end of summer. I want the warm days and golden evenings to remain for just a little longer. I love Autumn, but I’m not ready for it. Not yet.
Blue, lilac and white: the August 2016 table.