This past weekend was Memorial day at the Beach. We had a ton of seafood and I made white sangria. My brother's girlfriend and I drank a good portion of a huge pitcher in a matter of hours.
The weekend before went to the Berkshires where I was amazed by the amount of lilacs everywhere. Chris's mom told me that the deep purple ones are called "French Twins" since they share a stem. She sent me home with the huge bunch of the light purple, which have such a strong amazing scent that made my tiny apartment a much happier place.