Friday, May 22, 2009

Home to the lilacs

When you've been away, is there a special place on the road home that makes you smile and think, "Ah, home"?

For me, that wonderful place is called Starbird Hill.

We crested Starbird Hill the other night in the moonlight, our own little valley spread before us like a blanket. Cranked down the windows and breathed in air that seemed to be scented with the magical perfume of lilacs.

The next morning I ran out to sniff around the yard and enjoy all the lilac bushes I planted several years ago. What a gorgeous smell!

We've got lots of them, from deep dark violet to the classic pinky purple, and creamy white ones, pale pinks. Not for the the thinly elegant store-bought floral arrangements. I prefer armloads of home grown beauties with the old fashioned brilliant smells snipped in the cool of morning with the rusty cutters that hang on the nail by the garage door.

Oh the fun of cutting armloads of lilacs in the morning, with the dewy grasses tickling your toes!


Sharon Hermens said...

Sharyn, Welcome home from NY.
I love the pictures of the lilacs. They remind me of the ones in NY. I miss their fragrant smell and beautiful colors. They have a variety here in TX but the blossoms are not as full. I need to plant some bushes. I also miss the pflox (sp) and I also love peonies (also sp) of which I have been able to grow here.
Have a great weekend.

Mary Helen-Art Saves Lives said...

I searched on google to see your glorious works after our evening live chat with Phyllis Dobbs. Your blog is breath taking the details expressed in your images are inspiring. I do so love my tiny garden but I have to share with the deer here in my woods so I never know how long I will be graced with my blooms. Imagine and Live in Peace, Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart