There was no trip to the market this weekend since I won't be here to eat a week's worth of produce. I settled for looking lovingly at my tomatoes. Including this one that will be ready for picking before I get back I am thinking. I hate to miss the first BLT of the season with our tomatoes but I will make do. In Stockholm. Eating something Swedish. And delicious.
I made a nice little arrangement for the table with my roses.
There is something very sweet about your own roses. In your mother-in-law's vase, on your mom's tablecloth, resting on the table that Great Aunt Alice refinished.
Then I added some basil.
Because the only thing that goes better with basil than tomatoes and fresh mozzarella, is roses.