We came home to North Carolina in the middle of azalea season in full bloom. The brightness of the color serves to distract from the weeds still waiting to be pulled quite well.
And of course yesterday was Easter, which means dressing up in your best of your Sunday best for church in the South. It may also mean wearing crazy fascinators and taking pictures in front of the blooming azaleas in a clashing tangerine dress. David, of course, looks perfect.