Green Pitchers

I am obsessing about green pitchers, on sun-dappled tables, preferably from Provence—but this one would do nicely, on a shaded table where a midday meal is being set out for a group of friends. Cold tea or cold white wine, either reminiscent of meadow grasses, with an earthy melon (musk by nature) and a bit of goat cheese for contrast. And maybe a vase of bronze or rust chrysanthemums, and a long-haired white cat dozing on a weathered wicker chair nearby. The friends have been reading Lawrence Durrell, Justine, the first of the Quartet, and one has just painted her toenails amaranth pink.


image: Small pitcher, Iran, 12–13th century. Silicate ceramic with molded decoration under a transparent coloured glaze. Jastrow