Apparently my sideyard lilacs felt bad that I was going on and on about the beautiful lilacs in London. Who knew they could be such jealous flora? Well, here you go, dear lilacs, your moment to shine. You really are my favorites:
In the house where I grew up, our backyard was surrounded with three walls of tall lilacs. I can't smell them without thinking of those old 55 East days and feeling a bit childhood-y. Olfactory time travel.
Well, happy weekend. There really should be 7 weekends in May, don't you think?
p.s. This afternoon, after days + days of rain, the sun has come out! Hooray.