Lilac

One of the best parts of spring in my neck of the woods is the profusion of lilacs in my neighborhood.  Nearly every house on the block has a lilac; mine is at the northwest corner of the front porch.  The heady smell greets me each morning as I leave the house.  In the evening, the smell wafts in the windows while we eat our supper.  When the wind is blowing just right I can even catch a faint trace of lilac as I lie in upstairs in my bed and fall asleep.

The blooms and their scent will only last for a few weeks.  But what a lovely few weeks it will be.  In this world of instant gratification, I appreciate the old-fashioned lilac and its glorious blooms.