I truly love lilacs. My love of lilacs goes back to my childhood. I had an aunt and uncle who lived in a grand 2-story New England white colonial house on a hill. The house was on several acres of land with a lot of grass, a huge vegetable garden and a small apple orchard. Isn’t that a postcard image! It didn’t get better than that for a kid who lived in an inner city, Polish ghetto, tenement house neighborhood.
To one side of the house was an old wooden well housing. The camouflage for that well housing was the magic. The housing was inside a hollow space surrounded by what must have been quite an old lilac bush. The bush was so wide and so tall and so dense that I could keep company with the well housing and not be seen. It stayed cooler in there in the humid summer heat. And of course the best part of the escape was being surrounded by the smell and sight of lilacs when they were in bloom.
I do have lilac bushes now. I don’t have a lilac bush big enough to escape into physically anymore. However to this day when I smell lilacs I can close my eyes and go back to that kinder, gentler time. I truly love lilacs.