The sun doesn't ask permission. It rises early, climbs without hesitation, and stays - hour after hour, giving all the light it has. That's why some plants demand exactly this: at least six hours of it, full and unbroken, to grow, to flower, to become themselves. The tomato demands it. The corn thrives in it. Full Sun embodies it.

That's how our summer collection was born. The vegetable garden. Days that refuse to end. Vivid greens and deep reds that only this season knows how to mix. Because Full Sun is about tending, patiently, to something that isn't yours to rush - the earth, the table, the people who sit around it. But it's also about dives into the river, picnics, slow afternoons spent reading, celebrating. A season that asks nothing of us except to be lived, fully, without shortcuts.

Two protagonists claim this collection: the bull's heart tomato, all splendor at this time of year - its shape, its scent, its weight in the hand - and the corn, husked, roasted, left to dry on the threshing floor, once stored away in stone granaries to last the rest of the year.

The hottest hours belonged to a table that never seemed to empty: a salad, a platter full of fruit, a card game, a book left open mid-page, a nap that asked no permission - the luxury of having nowhere to be.

Then, in late afternoon, the river called. Clear, fresh water holding the green of the trees inside it. But hunger pressed. A carefree picnic, and one last dive. At the end of day, just before dinner, a small gathering in the center of the village, an open bottle, a toast, a new story to tell, the evening arriving slowly. Because summer in the countryside was never in a hurry - and neither were we.

FULL SUN. From us and our memories, for you to build yours, with all the time in the world.