Lilacs remind me of the innocence of my younger self. As a child, there was a big lilac tree in my parent's back yard. It had alway been there and every year I knew that it would bloom and that there would be a bouquet of fresh lilacs filling the living room with its delicate scent. As long as they were in bloom, we gathered the branches filled with the tiny flowers and brought them indoors. I also remember tasting the sweet nectar from the blooms as a treat on a hot summer day.
After I got married, Mom would pick me a big bouquet of lilacs from that same tree and bring them to me every year on my birthday. It was always the best present and as I write this I can remember her smile when she gave them to me.
So on the weekend, I will go to Mom's tree which is still standing proudly next door and gather a bouquet in memory of her. How lucky I am to be able to go back in time and still connect to those special memories. Yes there is just something about lilacs that makes life special.
I wrote a short story about a bouquet of lilacs found in the attic of an old house that you might enjoy.