I was filled with a panic. Their faint smell calling me as I stepped from my car. The season is gone so quickly. Those shades of purple drying into soft browns. The hedge that runs the length of my alley.
I needed to collect them in handfuls. Rinse the mason jars in my cupboard and spread them around. Bring them inside. They remind me, every year, that time goes too fast.
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We have lilacs in our yard too and I wish they would stay all summer. They smell so nice.
All my favourite flowers don't last - like my grandmother's irises are about to bloom. They don't last either.
P.S. Now I have "Lilac Wine" by Jeff Buckley stuck in my head.
This is so beautiful.
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