Good weather has given me an opportunity to leave the gym’s treadmill behind and head outside for my stroll. I have a 7 mile loop that I walk in Woodbury, and with trees in flower I pass by any number of lilac bushes (Syringa vulgaris). And it put me to mind that the Gordon’s had a lilac bush (more a tree) that was just on the other side of the fence next to our garage. Some of the branches hung over to our side of the fence. And I assume with Gordon’s approval, the flowers were fair game for Mom to cut.
Mom would harvest several small branches with leaf and flowers and place them into a good sized glass vase. I loved the scent of those flowers. I still do, and it’s a warm connection to my memory of Mom.
