Meadowlarks provide
the quintessential birdsong
of spring;
wild roses supply
its fragrance.
Today’s thoughts are courtesy of Colleen Hull-Gray, who happens to be one of the loveliest sisters ever. Thanks, sis, for sharing!
Abundant. Everywhere. Never common. Hardy lilac bushes grow in yards, vacant lots and public places in my native Alberta and adopted Montana home. Well groomed or sprawling wildly, I wait for the white, lavender, deep plum and light heliotrope blossoms to open enough to fill rooms with their fragrance. I passed a row of carefully pruned lilacs with a profusion of blooms today. Lovely. But so are the not so well pruned bushes behind my rented house. Time for me to imitate T.S. Eliot's character: "Now that the lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room"
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T.S. Eliot, Collected Poems, 1909-1962