So when did this appreciation begin? When I lived in the orchard house, we had a big lilac bush at the corner of the yard – the one where the bees swarmed from the hive that one day.
But I think the real change happened that spring after my first marriage collapsed and I was finally in love again. I crowded the house with those cut blossoms and their fragrance. It’s enough to make me picture a blue silk kimono.
That was years ago, and many miles. Yet the lilacs are more precious than ever.
As I said at the time, when I lived in that last apartment, I vowed if I ever bought my own place, I’d get cuttings from a friend whose lilacs likely descended from the first ones brought to North America. Of course, I didn’t, and the owner has since moved into a retirement center.
Even so, these days, we have our own, screening the Smoking Garden from the street. One lilac had, in fact, grown as tall as the house – but hollow. It’s been work, restoring them to flowering condition.
Still, there’s nothing more luxurious than lilac cuttings arrayed in the bedroom, with their heavenly aroma.
So quickly, they pass.
Jnana's Red Barn 
We moved into our house last fall, after all the trees and plants had blossomed. I was so excited when I woke up one morning to see lilac flowers on our small tree off the patio. I’m not sure how long the blossoms last, but we are enjoying them while we can.
My flowers! 🙂
I sold my house a few years ago, and what I still miss about it were the gardens! I had many types of hostas, lillies, grasses, and perenials. I had a couple of Lilacs that were struggling to survive even though we were in dense shade. I miss those Lilacs and their heavenly scent. Someday I will own some land again and I will plant a Lilac bush. Thanks for the reminder of their beauty.
Lovely! Lilacs are my favorite flowering tree. Nothing comes close. I love how you write.