. . . at this time of year, it feels as if every day should be spent lounging about in pools of sunlight, flipping through old novels with all the time in the world, and yet, in actuality, have been trying to find even a few moments here . . .
. . . and if there was any doubt as to how fleeting the summer months are, one week of wimbledon, the world’s oldest & most prestigious tennis tournament, has already come and gone, unavoidably missed, due to wonderful projects and whirlwind travels, but, happily, still the final week left of royal attendees and crisp summer whites, impossible excitement and, of course, strawberries & cream . . .