Remember when I spoke about the weather turning unseasonably summery? Well, that was short lived. The effect this has on my wardrobe is that now my floaty cotton sundresses that were recently unpacked are too thin for cold rainy days.
I'll make do by wearing my gauzy cotton frocks with wooly winter sweaters and socks around the house while I read Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray and listen to the rain fall on the street. I'm lingering over Wilde's description of that beautiful summer day in the garden, and even borrowed a description of lilacs as my post title. This past weekend I brought home a little piece of a sunlit garden from Rich's parent's house in the form of a massive bunch of beautifully scented lilacs.
I've got the best of spring right here now; reading in a cozy sweater while it rains in my flower-filled apartment.