Summer has always been such a surreal time for me. Growing up in Massachusetts and New Hampshire, the warmth of the sun on my skin has always been a pleasant and rare feeling to have.
Certain words come to mind when I think of summer:
I was just about to say that none of these words applied to this particular summer, but while I spent ten minutes revising this sentence over and over… I realized that it is still possible to make these words applicable. Even with my packed-to-the-brim schedule– I shall cherish every free moment that I have and get outside as much as possible.
Below are pictures from this past Memorial Day weekend where I helped Devon’s parents plant plants (what a strange thing to say) at their new mountain home and where I partied with friends for the L.A.-bound departure of our dear friend, Tony.
So here’s to summer. Though it never seems long enough and this one in particular may be an insane whirlwind on full-blast– I will enjoy it anyway.