I should - or could be- posting photos of Charleston, where I took a trip to a few weeks ago; but no, I've snapped a photo of fading apricot roses on the mantel instead. Mr. Husband brought them home yesterday, and plopped them on the mantel this morning. And what a glorious morning it is! The air is cool and the light golden: unusual in some ways for Gotham, which can tend towards hot and humid this time of year. I am savoring ever minute of it, and the roses too, which are sitting next to an early 20th century clock from Valencia, Spain. It was snapped up by my father - an ironmaker with an eye for antiques- when he worked there in the early 1970's. He also brought a 17th century table from Bilbao, which I also have (it will be taking its place as a desk in the bedroom). All in all, my family spent three years in Spain, living in both cities - a life-changing experience. Roses and memories.