Some years aren’t spectacular when it comes to the lilac bloom, especially when late winter storms kill off the trusting buds that showed too bravely and too early. It used to break my heart when that happened, especially considering how many winter days we spent waiting and watching for these precious blooms. After a few years, I learned that even when the weather conditions were kind and gentle, some springs simply didn’t produce a banner crop of blooms, as if their shows were too grand to produce every single year. That only made us love the ones that did appear a little more, taking a few extra moments to take in their exquisite perfume in ways that we might have foregone in more floriferous years.
This is one of those light springs, due to the weather and a decent crop last year.
And that’s ok, because the perfume is true, the color is as lilac as we remember, and it sets things up nicely for next spring.
