Saturday, April 24, 2010
My nephews and I played outside yesterday and collected flowers for a table centerpiece. Three dandilions, a leaf, and a lovely little white flower became a beautiful bouquet to adorn the dining room table. As we took a short cut back to the house, I suddenly smelled one of the most beautiful scents in the world, lilacs. At first I couldn't tell where the smell was coming from, but I turned around and found a huge lilac bush in the neighbors yard.
It's funny how a scent, just like a song can bring so many memories to mind. From the lilac bush in my Grandma's yard, to the house I grew up in, lilacs have always been around me. I was even desperate to have them in my wedding, but after researching hundreds of species of lilacs, we discovered that none of them bloom in July. Eddie planted a lilac bush for me at our home in North Carolina, but we don't have a space to plant them at our apartment now.
The boys and I snuck like thieves to the neighbor's lilac bush and I broke a blossom off a branch. Then we ran to the house with our treasure and placed the crowning jewel into our floral arrangement. Now there will be one more fond memory associated with the heavenly scent of lilacs.