Citrus Inspired Easter Tablescape with Bare Root Flora

🍋 Colors are the Smiles of Nature. -Leigh Hunt 🍊

So get ready to SMILE your face off! Spring is such a joyful time of year. After the long dark days of winter, nothing could seem more refreshing than a table set with bright and beautiful citrus tones for a holiday that celebrates new life, new growth, and the return of light and warmth. We set our Easter table under an armful of blooming quince branches we’d hung. We laid a natural wood table with a gorgeous macramĂ© runner from Anthropologie and set the table in textural tableware in shades of white and pale blue-green. For a dramatic centerpiece, we filled a terracotta roaster with all the best blooms of the season: Stunning ranunculus, sweet pea, roses, poppies, hellebores, French dianthus and lush, textural greens and accented with cut citrus fruits and sweet Easter eggs. We finished the table with darling little egg planters filled with fresh hellebore blooms. And our smiles were…huge.

– Robyn, Bare Root Flora

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Twenty

You know…I’m not sure how I’ll make it through this small notes to you right now. And I’m feeling kinda lucky that my fingertips don’t have their own tears since the ones in my eyes are already spilling onto the keyboard. It’s not a rarity for my mind to be preoccupied with you…but on days like this, I’m back to being a little girl who has the biggest crush on this one boy whose name is Jason. And just like that, I’m undone. 

Today makes twenty. Twenty years of officially wearing your ring, taking your name, and waking up from a “nightmare” dream a few times a year that I’ve married the wrong person…only to wake up and hold you close because the man in my dreams is actually just you. Oh but truly, who does that? I suppose when you’re ten years old and you absolutely, without a doubt, think you’ve found your person already, and then it becomes a reality (only by the grace and miracles of God) do you do that. Oh yes: I do! I do that!  

This morning, our precious boy made us breakfast in bed: pancakes and buttered toast. “I was going to make eggs,” he said, “but I wasn’t sure how to use the stove here.” On the counter of the kitchen he left a note for us both. It was so beautifully written, I could hardly make out the words through salt-filled eyes. His last sentence made my cheeks stain with tears: “Thank you guys for being such good parents…

Thank you for a good life. Love Eli.” 

Trying to reflect back on everything we’ve done, experienced, traveled, seen, and survived through seems truly overwhelming. I have tens of thousands of photos of us and likely twice that in my own colorful memories, and yet…how can so much time have escaped us so fast? “Time flies when you’re having fun” it’s said, so is this truly why? I mean, it’s no secret that you and I have been buried before–underneath true sorrow and pain that’s swallowed us whole sometimes; and, yet, I swear to high heaven our joys have felt the same! Our valleys are dark and deep, but our mountains of joy are beautiful, peaceful, serene, bright, and full of the wonderful dance that life swings us through. 

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Easter, Eggs, + a long-legged Eli

† Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; He has risen! -Luke 24:5-6 †

 † HALLELUJAH! He is Risen Indeed! †

Eleven. It’s been Eleven happy years with this sweet kiddo, who’s always up for our annual Egg Hunt. Just me and E.

Over the years, it’s truly become so much more than a fun time seeking eggs, hidden among the trees.  Though is it gobs of fun, yes, it’s impossible not to marvel at the signs of new life we see in our field, in the new growth and height of our trees, and in the comparisons we see too in my growing, young boy and his endlessly long legs! On this day, as it’s been our tradition since Eli’s first Easter, we spend intentional time in reflection of HIM and in the fulfillment of His promise. We remember that hope springs eternal and we use today as our reminder that no matter what we face, Jesus has already conquered it: “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” -1 Corinthians 15:55

Somehow they both (the tree + Eli) continually shoot up higher and higher each year. I marvel at this too. ♥

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