A breakfast basket for two, discretely delivered to your door…
I tucked a little bowl of my peach butter in the basket, too.
Nothing says autumn like October in the Smokies
When springs run low, and on the brooks, in idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush of woods, for winter waiting.
A Day in the Life of The Wedding Fairygodmother
Gorgeous berries so sweet they didn’t even need the candy, I dipped them in Ghirardelli semi-sweet chocolate (heaven help us) and topped each with a white chocolate ‘button’. Then dusted my grandmother’s pink crystal footed cake plate with powdered sugar, arranged the strawberries and ringed it all with baby’s breath.