Friday, May 13, 2011
Whenever I see lilacs, forgotten memories of my childhood come back to me. Aside from their magnificent aroma, lilacs greet the world at springtime like an old friend. I remember picking arm fulls of this fragrant flower with my mother as a young girl. Anything that could hold water was filled with lilacs. What a beautiful site it was; the whole house smelled so fresh and sweet...
I picked these on the side of the road where they grow wild for miles on end. My car was crawling with tiny spiders, but I figure it's a small price to pay for such loveliness...
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Posted by Vintage Rose Collection