Growing up, we always had a beautiful garden. Once the weather turned, my Dad would take my sister and I to a farm stand or flower shop and let us pick out the flowers we liked best, and he would plant them. I always went for the bleeding hearts. The smell of hyacinths, the first sign of cherry blossoms, and budding tulips bring me back to my childhood, and I see my Dad on his hands and knees in the front yard, mulch up to his elbows, gardening. This time of year makes me so nostalgic for those days, but I am happy that I have projects like that to look forward to as I move into a house of my own.
My friend Ali and I spent the day outside last Sunday, and it was amazing to frolic in all of the flowers. This whimsical Free People top felt so appropriate for our day in nature, and the open back gives a sweet little nod to the impending warm weather.