…. a lilac in a front yard.
Lilacs are my favorite flowers. I love the fragrance that knocks you off your feet, the gorgeous colors, the poufy bloom bunches and the fact that they are only around a really really short time. So beautiful and so short-lived and so like spring itself. I love having been born at the same time as these flowers; I just adore them. I have desparately wanted to have some lilac bushes growing around our house for years now, but I’m not much of a green thumb and it seemed like an overwhelming project. Also, large lilacs can pretty much take over a yard – they grow like a tree with roots that spread far and wide. So for the last few years I spent my early May standing in yards of other people that grow lilacs and sniffing their flowers. No one has ever questioned my behavior, probably because with flowers this gorgeous, who could blame me?
In Russia, we used to break whole branches of lilac bushes and bring them home and make gorgeous boquets. Friends always brought armfuls of lilacs for me for my birthday. I miss having lilacs in my house terribly, but something told me that snapping the neighbors’ bush branches would definitely be not welcome. Even sniffing might have been borderline, I’d need to check the HOA regulations. So I could not have lilac goodness in my house and of course, I felt deprived. And of course, I stoically kept it all inside. Ok, I may have mentioned it to my husband. Once or twice. A day. Moderation is my middle name.
And this year my wonderful husband got me a dwarf lilac bush!! We will have it planted in our yard, and I am BESIDE myself. I cannot wait. Huge grin. For now I am staring at these lilac photos and imagining them in my house each spring. Joy!
Detailed report of lilac bush planting is coming up. Squeal!!