The sweetness of a slow, unrushed afternoon.
Basking; slowly, tenderly.
Sun, skies, the lingering scent of wind-kissed flowers — picking pears off the trees — lazing in the garden — sun-drenched picnics — spilled lemonade & laughters — the warmth of touching hands — the joy of sharing bread — mini market runs — the sweetness of a slow, unrushed afternoon — basking — softly, tenderly.
A slice of the sweet life awaits
A fruit, a flower, golden slices of sunshine; a warm touch to the skin, a lightness to the senses. Bask is an elegant floral blend of French lilac, muguet and honeysuckle, delicately layered with heart notes of citrus, violet leaf and anjou pear, rested over a warm base of wild oak.
The fruit is prime for picking.
Let’s take time to live a little
We celebrate the seasons; then, here and now; a moment in time when things come together. We celebrate growth and place, and the rhythm of it all—a reminder that in every season of waiting, it is also a season of growing and ripening.
Come along now, we invite you into our garden; to bask, and to soak up the sweetness of life—and the fruit that has presented itself to us.
Sun. Skies. Wildflowers.
Sun. Skies. Wildflowers.
Ripe fruits prime for the picking, sun-drenched picnics, spilled lemonade & laughters, mini market runs.
French lilac, muguet, honeysuckle, citrus, violet leaf, anjou pear, wild oak.
‘Sun-drenched, late August days / ripening / the blackberries / along the driveway / each morning, / the tart juice / turning a little / sweeter / as the fruit darkens. / which is the beloved, which is the world.’
— Gregory Orr; River Inside the River
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