It's not really Spring to me until I catch the first perfumed smell of the blooming lilacs around our home. The little green house that my grandmother lived in had a big beautiful lilac in front right by the screened porch. The scent from that one tree permeated the porch and made it one of my favorite places to be in the spring.
On one of my last visits to her home, I brought back a few starts of her lilac. This is the first year that they are really blooming. So beautiful. These purple ones are from her home...
...and these white ones are from a bush that was here when we bought the house.
I have a feeling it's as old as the house. It had been neglected for several years and it killed me to do it, but I cut it down to about 4' tall a few years back. Turns out it was just what it needed. This year it was covered in huge blooms and much healthier looking.
I went out this morning and cut a big armful to fill one of my favorite vases. I love the old fashioned look of them and the wonderful scent memory they give.
Just the sight and scent of them makes my heart happy!