If there’s any better smell….

 

I don’t know what it is.

 

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Freshly cut lilacs.

 

 

Okay, I totally want a pair of crab scissors now.

 

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These two huge lilac bushes live on the side of our house.

 

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(That’s my vase on the ground to the right of them for scale.)

When we moved here 17 years ago there wasn’t much in the way of landscaping , but thankfully there were lilacs.

 

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One white…

 

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One dark purple.

Naturally, my favorite was always the paler shade…. but beggars can’t be choosers.

My girlfriend gave me a pale one 3 years ago, but it’s got a long way to go to catch up to it’s siblings.

 

 

Come on little fella, you can do it.

 

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Of course, from the pace of growth…

I’ll probably be dead before it blooms.

 

 

Good thing the white one is prolific.

 

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Ah….

Lilacs!

27 thoughts on “If there’s any better smell….”

  1. I own two lilac-colored shirts. The smell has an interesting connotation for me because my ex was into aroma therapy when she was in labor with our second child, so that smell was everywhere that night. After the birth, she couldn’t stand the smell because… well, you can guess how labor pains and other associations would do that…

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    1. It’s funny how smells can immediately take us back. When I’m inundated by diesel fumes? I time travel to childhood bus trips to NYC. But if lilacs remind you of childbirth? By all means, ban them.

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  2. Lilacs are my absolute favorite flower. At our first home we had a 40-foot row of lilac bushes… that didn’t flower (well, there were one or two blooms here and there – that’s how I knew they were lilacs). At our current home there were 2 lilac bushes… that didn’t flower. I think they were both in spots that were too shaded? Anyway, I now trade my rhubarb for my neighbor’s lilacs each spring. I just wished the blooming time was longer.

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