When I was little my Mom and Aunt Terry always told stories of Lilac stealing.
In eastern Washington where they grew up Lilacs grew abundantly everywhere. One of them would drive the pickup truck slowly down the alley while the other crouched in the back and lopped off branches as they went.
They always agreed that stolen Lilacs smell sweeter.
When my little sister Jenny came home from the hospital, my aunt Terry had filled our house with Lilacs in celebration of her birth. For as long as I can remember, Lilacs have been Jenny’s flower.
Every spring when the Lilacs start to bloom, I fill Mom’s house with as many of their fragrant blooms as I can muster. This coming weekend she’ll be in for a real treat!
Tamara on
Where can I purchase lilac plants, I cant seem to find a resource on your site. Thanks