Vintage pastel

I rather think I've blipped these old pots covered in fading bougainvillea blooms in late afternoon light  before but they have great charm for me as many faded things do. I have a sweetly perfumed lavender hedge just outside my stitching cave and its  perfume wafts in through the wide open doors . This faded group rests in its shade, reminding me of my mother's garden in Whangarei and beautiful Provence.