Every season I have a new favorite flower. It goes from poppies to peonies to iris to hellebore and on and on. Brandon never knows what to get me, but he can bet I'll like it.
Perhaps the strongest contender is lilacs. There are a million varieties available, but I really like plain, fragrant lavender lilacs. Call me old fashioned. They only bloom for a short time, but as silly as it sounds my mind keeps wandering to their beauty.
There is just something special about these charming flowers. When I was a florist I remember a neighborhood lady calling us screaming because someone stole lilacs from her yard and she was absolutely sure it was us. When I brought some to work today, my co-worker had a similar story about an old lady that staked out her lilac bush and came out yelling if someone as much as smelled one.
I remember my first florist boss describing lilacs to me (before I knew them by name). He said "You'll know when they're in because they will make the whole shop smell like a bit of heaven". I don't know if it is my subconscious or the smell of the vase of lilacs in my room, but I had a dream last night that I was in heaven- and of course it smelled of lilacs.
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I LOVE lilacs too! They remind me of my grandmas house. she had a huge lilac bush in her yard
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