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Happy Sunday to you all!!
And it smells lovely too. The lilacs are blooming everywhere and this year there are a mini lilac flowers blooming in my garden too. And that is making me so happy.
I love lilacs, they are the flowers of my youth. We used to have a really big lilac tree in our backyard. It bloomed heavy, luscious and very fragrant. The lilac flowers, as I remember, were dark pink leaning towards purple. It bloomed so heavily that each year my mom would cut off countless heavy bouquets that she placed all around the house. But one house can take only so many fragrant bouquets before it becomes too much. So she would hand me the remaining bunches and send me on my way. And as a small, very blonde flower-girl, I would set off to the neighbors bringing them our flowers.
My father would always joke that that tree was blooming so heavily because he had put in some very special fertilizer. According to him he buried the afterbirths underneath the tree (four of us were born right at home). I have no idea if that was true, probably not, doesn’t sound like him. But as a child that story intrigued me. As if we were all part of that tree in a very small way. And come to think of it, that story is a bit gross too, sorry about that, but I guess as I kid I wasn’t grossed out so easily.
As I was thinking of our lilac tree I had to go hunt and see if I could find any pictures of it blooming in our garden. I only found one with the tree, and I isn’t even blooming, and the picture is black and white, go figure….
This is me reciting some kind of school poem to my father on fathers day underneath the lilac tree. I have no idea why my father is wearing that silly hat, it probably was mandatory because of the poem and he was a good sport. Wow, talk about memories coming back ……
As I was about 11 years old, our garden got a major overhaul, and in the new design there was no place anymore for our lilac tree. I missed that tree.
I vowed to have my own lilac tree one day. So far that hadn’t happened yet. First it is kind of mandatory that you have a garden to plant a lilac tree. Second when one has a garden, that garden needs to be big enough to have room for a tree. And thirdly in that garden one needs to have a good spot where the lilac tree will feel at home and bloom like crazy.
I haven’t had a garden that met those conditions yet. Until now. But as much as I love a blooming lilac tree, I have to be honest, it isn’t much of a tree the rest of the year. The leaves are rather boring and there are no Fall colors to speak off, and yet a lilac tree takes up a lot of space. So it isn’t a very good choice for the fairly small city garden we have now.
Until this year, when I stumbled unto a mini lilac bush. It won’t grow up to tree dimensions, it blooms with beautiful, very fragrant mini flowers and it can be easily pruned back to stay in dimensions proper for our garden. I was all over it, and I am now the proud owner of a lilac bush. It has yet to find its final spot. As of now it is still blooming on the terrace.
And when I walked by it this morning the scent wafted up, and brought me back to my childhood. I could not not cut of some stems and put them inside. Too many good memories attached.
What scents bring back childhood memories for you?