Sunday, April 23, 2017

lilacs

The word itself is softness.

The petals are yielding, the colors, even the deepest purple ones have a gentleness. And the scent....well, that's the most alluring of all  - and fleeting. When you enter a lilac bouquet room the pleasure is immediate, but quick. Some scents absolutely bring down the house, but lilacs have the most feathery affect. And maybe that elusiveness is why we love them so much. Their bloom time is so limited - actually their vase life is too. And to my knowledge, I have never encountered a soap or perfume that has even begun to capture the scent.

But then, perhaps the lilac is best left in that whispered fragile beauty whose fragrance we cannot breathe deeply enough to trap within us. It slips through our souls like moonlight and fairy dust.

To me, lilacs are childhood and Mother.... and I can never get enough.

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