On the country road where dirt flies and winds gust there is an old sporadically blooming bush. After four years of living here I just now noticed this bush along the roadside where my in-laws live. There were three clumps of branches with purple buds beginning to bloom. This image took me back to many years ago when I was but a child. A time when we lived in the “house on the quarter” and all the way down the driveway there were huge lilac bushes. I can recall making my way to fetch our mail and loving the scent in the air on a spring day. When I smell lilacs today it takes me back to that treasured time of my life.
After a few moments I found myself back to reality and collecting the mail. I couldn’t help myself. I made my way to the bush and picked a lilac, shut my eyes, and a smile appeared upon my face. I was seven again and just drinking in the goodness of the sweet smell of lilac. All the way back to my home I continued to smile and smell this beautiful scent.
Unfortunately, the sad thing about lilacs is once they are picked they don’t last very long. Perhaps that is part of what makes them special as well as the scent, only here for a short time.
Grace is a gift,