Wild Bunch

I must admit that I was a little disappointed and felt even a tad guilty.  It seems that within hours after cutting lilacs from the bush outside of our kitchen window, they began to wilt.  I'd been lured by the song of their fragrance, wanting the pleasure of capturing a bit of it indoors.  I'd been moved by the nostalgia of having lilac bouquets all over our house when I was a girl.  But, I'd forgotten how ephemeral they are when snipped from the stem and brought inside.  Perhaps some things are meant to be enjoyed where they are, where they can flourish and be their true selves.  Having access to them is better than trying to own them. The lesson for me: To possess something is far less important than to simply appreciate it.

Lilac Loveliness

The French Lilac outside of our kitchen window has been blooming and I just couldn't resist.  I had to make some bouquets and bring them into our home.  Their beautiful purple color and heady fragrance were calling me.  The scent of lilacs takes me back to my childhood.  If I close my eyes and take a whiff, I'm a little girl once again at our home out in the country.  One sight of lilacs makes me recall my mom as a young woman, busy gathering white and purple lilac bouquets for our house.  Her bouquets would be placed in antique pitchers, while mine are in clear canning jars.  Mom's would be artfully arranged while mine appear casually plunked. Mom had that special way of making something exquisite out of the ordinary. She had a knack for decorating.  She brought beauty to every place she lived.  The lovely lilacs are blooming and with them are blooming memories of my lovely mom.