And no I am not E. M. Forster…
This is the view right now from our second story master bathroom. What you cannot appreciate in the photos is the number of bumble bees buzzing amongst the lilacs. Last year our lilacs and most of our clematis were zapped by a late freeze, not so this year. It so pleasant this time of year to sit on the patio and smell the roses lilacs.
When I lived in Memphis part of one of my jogging routes was through what was essentially a tunnel of lilacs vines. In the springtime the aroma of the lilacs was almost overpowering. It always reminded me of hobbits. I do not remember exactly where in the books, but there is a scene where the hobbits are overwhelmed by a sweet fragrance, if memory serves.
And so it goes.
How wonderful. I’m so glad your lilacs made it this year. I can almost smell them from here!