Lilacs: They have such a short, but deliciously fragrant flowering season. They make me think of France and village fetes and bunting and trips to quaint tea shops. Did you know that lilacs are part of the olive family, Oleaceae? I only found that out today … And in the language of flowers they represent the first emotions of love (the purple flowers at least, white stands for youthful innocence).
I’ve been enjoying our two lilac trees, a pale purple and a white one for the last week or so. I pass them twice daily, each time I take the dog for a walk and I always stop to sniff the flowers. I picked some today for a vase, because I adore that scent. But it turns out to be one of those things that don’t quite work out as well as you think. You can have too much of a good thing and quite frankly I am moving the vase to our outside table, because I am literally overwhelmed by their perfume and am getting a headache!
So, the vase that is now outside consists of lilac,
of a pink girly kind
and of a dark forbidding kind
with a touch of spirea:
to add to the frothy, effervescent effect.
Now, where are those scones and lemonade and bunting?
This is my contribution to Cathy’s In-a -Vase-on-Monday meme. Check it out!