Is there any scent more evocative than that of lilacs in bloom?
This morning I was out trimming things up in the backyard when I had my first real hit of lilac fragrance of the season. And suddenly here's where I was. In Poland on a train twelve years ago, rumbling through the countryside with my brothers and our spouses and our parents. Banks of lilac shrubs stretched everywhere--all in full, sun-shimmered bloom. As I looked out the window and saw the rolling richness all around me, I felt the taste of my own heart and thought this: I have never ever seen anything more beautiful than now.