It's Lilac Season, arguably the most splendid time to be in Vermont.
There are many lilac trees on our property, and all up and down our road. When they all open up, the air is actually perfumed of lilac! The view is quite something, as well.
In celebration of this event, I chose to wear my little 1920s gingham day dress, which has a most appropriate color scheme. It's in marvelous shape for its age, and I just adore it. It's usually the humble cotton day dresses that tug the most at my heartstrings; evening wear is fine and dandy, but give me a sturdy little house dress any day. They seem to have the most stories to tell; can't you just picture this one on some curly-headed little gal in her 1923 class portrait or something?
Of course I brought some inside...