. . . and intermingled between work and many cups of coffee, emails and emails, topiaries at garden centres and dinners for two at utterly charming and cosy inns in the country, try to make time for flipping through a few pages of the current novel, for new issues of magazines, and for a little online reading, and happened to have a few moments today, immediately falling love with this secret garden party, and more specifically, the impossibly enchanting styling — the light linens and pale roses, the gilded flatware, and that most perfect mix of rustic and refined . . .