In the continuing saga My Air Smells Better Than Yours, Neener Neener, I bring you…. lilacs.
I will forever be grateful to the previous owner of our house for planting lilac bushes 40 odd years ago.
Lilacs are slow growers and take a long time to come into maturity.
But when you have some that reach the height of your roof?
Life is good.
And it smells even better.
The weather was perfect.
75 degrees with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze.
We’d spent the day mowing and trimming and weeding….
And everything looked perfect.
Lilacs were cut for vases and perfumed the air with the scent of a long awaited spring.
And we ended the day with adult beverages on the big barn porch…. where the only thing to worry about was walking back inside for refills.
Life is good.
I don’t know what it is.
Freshly cut lilacs.
Okay, I totally want a pair of crab scissors now.
These two huge lilac bushes live on the side of our house.
(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.
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.
Of course, from the pace of growth…
I’ll probably be dead before it blooms.
Good thing the white one is prolific.