Lily and the Nut

I am still mourning Roger Federer's loss in the Wimbledon final this morning, but alas. My Casablanca lily graced us with its annual bloom, and its fragrance has perfumed the house in such a smashing way.  

Nutmeg appeared vaguely despondent about my absence but is back to his delightfully imperious self now. I adore him.  

A Louisiana corner, in July: Part 2 coming tomorrow. 

Can anyone believe I leave Thursday for BlogHer '15 in NYC? I cannot.