Lilacs, Just for Me!

0000000111I Love, Love, Love, Lilacs!

Every spring, I can’t wait for the lilacs to blossom. We don’t have our own lilac bush, but our neighborhood is so full of lilac shrubs that the fragrance completely permeates the air. All I have to do is step out on our balcony and breathe in the sweet, heady, heavenly scent. At the height of the bloom, the air is so fragrant, the slightest breeze wafting in through open windows perfumes our whole place. I simply can’t get enough.

For me, the fragrance is intoxicatingly beautiful, perhaps because it is inextricably intertwined with sweet childhood memories. The scent of lilac evokes powerfully comforting memories: memories of my mother cutting huge lilac branches from our backyard each spring, artfully arranging them in a large, clear glass vase for the kitchen table; of lying secure in my cozy bed as the last light lingered in the dusk sky; of being serenaded by the soft murmur of voices from the kitchen, the call of a nighthawk and the sound of a distant train whistle; of being blanketed in the warm, heady fragrance of lilac from the tree that bloomed beneath my open window; and of a deep and abiding feeling that all was well as I drifted slowly into sweet, sublime slumber.

0000000011111Late last night, on his way back home, my partner prowled around our neighborhood on the hunt for an abandoned lilac bush. He found an empty lot with some big old lilac shrubs and groped around in the dark, picking a few sprays to make a sweet little lilac bouquet for me. He brought them home, arranged them in a vase and left them out for me to discover first thing this morning. The intoxicating fragrance and sight of these gorgeous lilac blossoms was the first thing to greet me this happy morning! What a glorious way to start this beautiful, sunny spring day.

I’m not sure which delights me more: the lilacs, or thinking of him scouring the neighborhood for a tree he could raid so I could enjoy a small bouquet of my beloved lilacs.


Image Credits:

All images by madlyinlovewithlife; © 2014 madlyinlovewithlife

12 thoughts on “Lilacs, Just for Me!

  1. As I read your beautifully colorful story I was reminded of the beginning lines of Walt Whitman’s poem, “When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d”:

    “WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,
    And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
    I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

    O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring;
    Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,
    And thought of him I love.”

    It is wonderful that you are surrounded by colors and smells that channel feelings for those you love. Life is a beautiful thing.

    Delightful post Jeannie.

    • Thank you! What a beautiful, poignant poem. I really appreciate you taking the time to post it, David. I’ve never read it before and I love it. Thank you for your kind words and thanks again for introducing me to this lovely poem. :))

  2. I could “smell” the lilacs just by reading your post and seeing your photos :)))
    Your partner is a very kind and thoughtful man :)
    Happy Spring to you!

  3. They look wonderful and I can imagine how they smell…We have a couple of them in the yard and they are just starting to bloom…a little late this year…Have a great Sunday my friend…Sam..

  4. We know you loved the attention from him more… not! What a sweet partner! And Jeannie, your writing was so eloquent and your feelings and emotions flowed right out. And as always: your photography is superb.

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