And just like that, it's summer.
Maybe not just like that. It's only May, and the early days of it at that, with potential for cooler days looming, but these last two weeks have been full of days in the 80s with brilliant sun. I've already had my first burn of the season (I forgot sunscreen, I forgot about bare arms and forehead freckles) and at home we've pulled the cover off the pool. It's not quite warm enough to go in, but it's all glistening and thirsty sparkles in the sun. I'm making a pool float wish-list.
Blouse: Antique (estate sale), Shorts: Allen Company on etsy, Shoes: Old, Sunglasses: H&M (current season)
This is the week when everything has popped. Full-fledged leaves are happening, and every flowering tree has exploded with a lush-ness I don't think I've seen in a few years. For once everything is timed together, probably waiting to burst after the coldest winter in ages.
I've been celebrating by basically flinging myself into every blossom explosion possible, mostly apple-blossoms in trees in the park, but also our lilac bush (tree? shrub? I should know these things). I can take about ten minutes before the sticky-sweet smell starts to turn my stomach and I've become aware of the confectioner's sugar sheen of pollen on my skin from every other plant in the area, but it's hard not to feel really stereotypically happy to be alive with your head in a bunch of flowering branches with the happy, fat bees. Also this skirt? Is shorts, so I can lie in the grass and climb on branches without much fear in the way of exposure. More 90s floral floucy tap pants please?