for one week out of every spring, the twin cities turn into lilacville. i wonder whether anywhere in north america could compete for the number and variety of lilacs per capita? it is our celebratory reward for having survived yet another long dark winter.
on a similar but related note, my book group recently celebrated its 20 year anniversary. that is also very typical of this upper-midwestern capital; deep roots, and long ties.
a collection of lilac flowesrs
saint paul, minnesota
what i love is the number of wild lilac bushes growing along the roadsides on my drive to and from work
My drive to work involves a slippered shuffle from the teapot to my desk, Margie. No lilacs at all. I’m not complaining, mind you.
Your picture gave a breath of spring and fragrance this morning. Where I live we have vaulted into summer. Lilacs do not grow well here. I miss them from my childhood in northern Illinois.
It is such an evocative and nostalgic scent. It seems everyone has a lilac memory Liz!
When I was living in Mpls, I used to love to drive with my windows down when the lilac were in bloom. Man, I miss that!
Just had that happen on the way home from soccer! It was just a spring evening and suddenly it was like driving through a haze of lilac fumes.
My father was born in Minneapolis in May 1902 and his mother told him a lilac was blooming outside her bedroom window that day. When that house was torn down for an expressway, my uncle took a shoot to his home in Maryland. The weekend of my wedding in 1966 he planted a shoot at my parents’ home in Wisconsin. When that house was sold, I brought a shoot to my home in Toronto. It doesn’t bloom very well or have much fragrance, but I am happy to have it.
That’s one of the nicest stories I’ve heard in a long time, Ellen. Wow!