I have a total of 10 Lilac bushes around my house and yard and every one of them looks like this. They are loaded with blooms and the beauty is surpassed only by the wonderful fragrance of the Lilac. I do know that the correct conjugation is not spring, sprang, sprung and that by so doing I have changed a noun to a verb, but Spring does that to me.
I understand that we are supposed to have snow today and this will not be the first time my Lilac's have peeked through the cold and frozen white blanket to cheer my day. April is probably my favorite month simply because of the Lilac's. Purple is my favorite color and Lilac is my favorite fragrance, so there you go.
I like to think that in another life I would have been a Lilac. They are strong and can withstand about any condition: below zero weather to a hot dry summer. They do like sunshine and will struggle when planted in a shady place and wither and die in the dark. Much like me.
I am going to cut a bouquet of these and bring them in the house, but only because I have so many. I do not like cut flowers because it breaks my heart to watch them die in a vase, but I only get to see these when I go outside and they make me so happy. I can set on the deck in the evening and lose myself in beautiful dreams with the Lilac fragrance drifts through my reverie.
So, I guess you get the idea that I am maybe a little fond of Lilac's? I know Spirea will be blooming soon or may have already bloomed, but it has no smell and the flowers are tiny so I over planted on the Lilac bushes.
The day calls me, so off I go. You have a good day and remember to stop and smell the flowers along life's pathway!
