Lovely Lilacs

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This weekend we attended The Lilac Festival. It's held for 10 days at a park nearby and its main feature is a walk through an entire hillside awash in lilacs. There's purple and lavendar and pink and white bushes of lilacs, and the smell is absolutely intoxicating. Of course, it's a festival, too, so once you get past the big hill, there's fair food (ever had a funnel cake?) and music from local bands and an overall atmosphere of community. The day we went, there was even a big parade featuring just about every marching band the area can hold. Ahh, festivals, how we love you.
















Who doesn't love a good marching band?









Comments

Camille said…
you live in the greatest place. almost as cool as forneeee.

I'm guessing this is before the illness struck??? and where's puhtrish? and you look SOOOO cute in these pics. I'm dying over the one with you and the band. Belly up to the bar, boys!
May 20, 2008 at 11:37 PM
AD said…
Lilacs are just a sliver of heaven on earth. Intoxicating is exactly right. I can't smell them without getting teary eyed at memories of my mom and our home in Garland that had huge bushes of lilacs. I may have to join you one year for this festival!

I've discovered that the lilacs of California are jasmine. And it is in full bloom right now everywhere! Singapore had jasmine around every corner as well, so when I smell it here I am taken back to a place I love, too. I make sure to stop and relish the fragrance whenever I get the chance.

Cute pictures!
May 21, 2008 at 1:08 AM
Sara Boulter said…
You cut your hair!!! Pretty Lizzie...pretty lilacs...pretty pretty-ness.
May 21, 2008 at 11:47 AM
Diane said…
We have two lilac bushes and my whole house and yard smell heavenly. I can't imagine the smells at a whole festival. You two are ADORABLE! LOVED the pictures. Glad you finally updated. Now to get Trish to update. Her being on vacation is killing me.
May 23, 2008 at 12:28 PM
gardnerfam said…
I love lilacs. My grandpa would always stop by the neighbors house and bring some to my grandma. I love how the smell of them can take you back to a different place.
May 24, 2008 at 10:16 AM
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