This is the season that my Back East friends and relatives get to make fun of me. I have a huge lilac bush outside my front door that, by Eastern standards, is anemic, but by Bear Chick Standards is cause to rejoice. It’s been such a weird winter (hot cold hot and lilacs need a cold winter to bloom), I didn’t think I was going to get any blooms at all.
BUT, behold:
I know they’re little but the scent is just as appealing and heady as their big, fat, Northeastern cousins. Every day when I get my mail, I linger and breathe deeply at my miraculous bush!
