|The lilac bush was beneath my upstairs window. I can still remember the scent through an open window.|
Spring…just saying “Spring” after a cold/wet/icy cold winter makes a difference. I want to walk fast. I even may jump or hop. Breathing deep feels great.
There are new flowers showing their faces. And what a show!
This was always my mother’s favorite time of year, if for one flower alone: Lilac. The leaves would have appeared a week or more ago, and then the flower buds. She looked at the lilac bush several times a day, just to see if any had flowered.