I leave for Mayberry tomorrow morning and I still need to pack, so, no time for a post about how nothing I own looks good on me or about how much I hate that, although, both of those things are absolutely true.
What don't I hate? Dad's lilies are blooming and they are beautiful. The plants have spread even more this year, and are filling in the flowerbed, nicely. The air is thick with their spicy signature aroma and the bees are losing their minds over the amount of pollen on their stamens (thank you, 8th grade earth science class for that bit of knowledge).
Dad would have loved it.