My favourite flower is a lilac.
When I was a kid one of the walls in my bedroom, my north wall actually, faced the backyard. My window was on that wall, and in the backyard we had a lilac tree. As soon as it was warm enough - like 15 degrees or so - I opened my window, and it stayed open until about September.
Now lilacs don't bloom for a very long time - but the time that they do bloom is my favourite time of year. This is probably why:
Because my window was always open and the lilac tree in the backyard was so near to my window, when I woke up in the late spring and early summer the first thing that I always smelt was lilacs. The wind would blow gently in pushing the curtains aside and this smell would fill my room. Sunlight would follow the smell, and I, a small girl, would be cuddled up in my covers, enjoying the sunshine and the lilacs.
It was the same at night. I would be snuggled up in covers, darkness would trickle in, and the wind would come in to say good night bringing with it the smell of lilacs.
These were my 2 favourite moments of summer. It was my little snatch of peace, and my little snatch of magic that was just mine and no one elses.
My mother loves lilacs. I am to plant them over her grave when she dies.
ReplyDeleteOh, and apologies for lack of euphemism. I forget people are uncomfortable with death.
ReplyDeleteI understand that some people are uncomfortable about death but I don't think I like euphemism's for it. I think I prefer if people just say it point blank.
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