It’s high summer. Farmer’s market stands burst with produce—perfect as a luscious centrepiece before turning into delicious summer meals.

I found the vegetable-themed napkins at Highgrove Garden’s online shop a few years ago.

Highgrove Vegetable Napkins

Highgrove is Their Majesties King Charles III and Queen Camilla’s private residence near Tetbury in Gloucestershire, UK. It has been open to the public since 1980, and the proceeds from the sale of Highgrove products, garden tours, and events support and enable The King’s Foundation.

I dug out Pier 1’s Farmer’s Market appetizer plates, which incorporate many of the same produce depicted on the napkins. This one featuring the artichoke is my favourite.

A casual cotton striped runner echoed the rustic fabric and colours of the napkins.

Over the years, I’ve accumulated quite a collection of figural salt and pepper shakers…from this set of tomatoes by Kaldun and Bogle.

Peas and eggplant (an unlikely combination in sizing, but whatever…).

These adorable little chubby carrots (Pier 1).

And some garlic bulbs.

The salad plate is vintage Williamsburg Green by Wedgwood and sits on a melamine green gingham plate (talk about mixing high and low!).

The green glass candleholders are from Mrs. Alice.

The wooden barley twist candleholders are antiques from eBay.

The Mosser Arlington goblets in Hunter Green are modern.

A very happy table bursting with exuberant produce!

It’s been sweltering here on the Cape, and we’ve been walking the dogs first thing in the morning to escape the worst of the heat. Churchill will be twelve in September, so we don’t want to push it. He trots along very amiably but lets us know in no uncertain terms that he would prefer snoozing in an air-conditioned house than exerting himself in the hot and humid outdoors. He makes an exception for the beach.

The (now two-and-a-half-year-old) “babies” strain on their leashes, eager to sniff every inch of the ground they walk. After the walk, everyone collapses. Churchill flops by himself, and the babies curl up, always together. Marigold drapes her head over Spencer, undoubtedly thinking, “he’s smelly, but he’s mine”.

Happy Sunday, everyone!

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