I've been feeling very lilac and lavender lately. I think because it's spring the color is calling to me. I was saddened when I went to visit my mother and found out her lilac bush had died. Unfortunately, I live here in the desert and I don't think lilacs do very well so I can't grow my own. Every spring, usually around Easter the bush would bloom and I would bury my face in the spikes and just breath in the fragrance. It was an immediate elixir of life. All would be right with the world - the lilacs are in bloom!
I hope my mother will try to grow another bush. Although, I only get to her house a few times a year these days, I would make a special spring trip just to see the lilacs.
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