There comes a point in September when home begins to have our attention again. After a summer spent moving from one thing to the next, these weeks give us more time to linger. On the patio. In familiar rooms. Long enough to notice the details we may have passed by only weeks ago.. A corner that could use something green. A tabletop that feels a little bare. Often, it isn’t a complete reimagining that makes the difference, but one well-chosen addition. A generous Campania urn brings weight and...

Certain moments ask for something more than ribbons. We have always answered with flowers. In ancient Greece, laurel was woven into wreaths for the victors of chariot races and equestrian contests. England's Ascot Racecourse became known for its grand floral displays. Kentucky Derby winners have their shoulders draped with hundreds of red roses sewn into a garland. For centuries, wherever horse and rider have met at the height of their skill, flowers have been right there beside them, and the...

The soil remembers what it grew before. And sometimes, what takes root next tells a new story of the same land. This time of year, the shortest distance between a field and your table is measured in hours, not miles. Sunflowers open at dawn a few towns over and land in our shop by afternoon. Queen Anne's lace comes in loose and airy, black-eyed Susans still holding their shape from the field, snapdragons rising tall above it all. Much of what fills these buckets is grown on land that...