Adding yellows and pinecones to the table adds a rustic touch of fall.
When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
And the sweet smell gone.
That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.
Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.
Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.
When the Rose is faded by Walter de la Mare
Cast:
Crochet placemats - very old
Napkins - Pier One
Dinner plates - Wedgwood Windsor
Salad Plates - Royal Stafford used HERE
Glasses - Mikasa French Countryside
Flatware - Cambridge available at Horchow's
Silver candlesticks - Gorham Chantilly
Crystal Candlesticks - unknown
Pitcher - Wedgwood
Thank y'all for visiting. Your visit warms my heart.
I'm joining Cuisine Kathleen's Let's Dish
and
See all y'all there!
