Easter. The promise of a long weekend ahead, the arrival of spring. There are daffodils in the garden, primroses slowly opening their petals, turning towards the sun. And light, so much more light. It’s a time for loved ones, a time for renewal. A walk in the countryside and an afternoon tea.
There is a heart-warming joy in dressing a table beautifully, making each detail, the shape of a plate, the way they catch the light, the colour of a spoon. Then come the treats, the most beautiful Simnel cake, chocolate eggs with shells painted so delicately you would think they are real, a bread and butter pudding made with hot cross buns. The fragrance when taking it from the oven and opening the lid simply is enchanting You just know how each mouthful will melt on your tongue.
Now, the final details: flowers, highlighting a dish, for a touch of colour here and there, a poetry of its own. It’s a delicate balance, the blooms complementing the kitchen accessories, not hiding them… Using empty egg shells as cup of fresh raspberries. Steaming cups of Earl Grey. The humming of a song.
And now? Just add loved ones, of course!