Labor Day

Labor Day was spent in the mountains, a few low key days with family. While the holiday very much marks “the end of summer” for us New Englanders, it can be the most blissful time. The ocean is still warm, the humidity slightly subsides and the tourists retreat back to their homes. I’m looking forward to savoring the last bit of “summer” while preparing for a busy fall and winter.

Below, one of my favorite textiles from Leah O’Connell’s line, “Harriet” in Cricket. The pillows rest on wicker chairs on our porch in Vermont.