Friday, May 13, 2011

Whenever I see lilacs...


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...

Jo-Anne
xo   

7 comments:

Julie Marie said...

Hello Jo~Anne... your memories of beautiful lilacs with your mama are the very same as mine... to me, they speak of Springtime so beautifully, and when I was a little girl, I thought God planted them just for me... as they always bloom on my birthday (which happens to be today!)... I took a long walk this morning, and Jack and I smelled the lilacs all along the way... Heavenly... xoxo Julie Marie

Shirley said...

Dear Jo-Anne..you should see my Lilac's..I have 13 different varieties..if you are ever in Vermont stop by the Shellbourn Lilac Museum..you will be in Lilac Heaven..I just posted on Lilac's...tis the season..
I sing of Lilacs..

Linda Carole Bloom said...

I love lilacs too - I used to pick them for my teacher, and by the time I got to school, the leaves were wilted. Then my grandma snipped the stems longwise and stuck them in a little container filled with water and wrapped everything in foil. It worked, but I was always wet when I got to school. Thanks for the memory! Love, Linda

One Shabby Old House said...

One of the sweetest experiences regarding lilacs happened to me on FB. I had posted," I wonder if the lilacs are blooming in the yard of the house I grew up in." A friend from back home posted a picture of the lilac bush that I had stood by every Easter as a child for pictures. She actually drove by my house and stopped and took a picture just for me. I can't even tell you how touched I was.
Hugs
Becky
PS...your magazine is beautiful

Karen said...

Thank you for sharing the story of lilacs. My mother told me that when she was growing up her parents, my grandparents had a lilac bush and she shared how much she loved the smell. She never had a lilac bush after that, and neither have I. My sweet husband has a picture of his beloved grandmother next to his bedside and she is standing by a lilac bush!. To this day I haver never smelled a lilac or seen one except in blogs such as yours. When I get big (I'm almost sixty), I will grow one somehow here in the deep South. So again, thank you for sharing sweet memories.

Passionate for White said...

I'd have put up with the spiders as well for a bucket of those beauties.

Katty's cosy cove said...

Hi Jo-Anne,
Such a sweet post. ~Have a wonderful day~