Thursday, June 11, 2009
I remember as a child biking through trails that were full of these gorgeous bushes. Lilacs in white, cream, purple, light purple and a dark pink, almost magenta. The scent that filled the air was intoxicatingly sweet and floral. I used to make little bracelets and necklaces by threading the individual blossoms. They were fairylike, so very delicate and fragile. Every year, I await the bloom of these gorgeous flowers.