Guess what I can smell?
Oh my gosh.
No, really - get even closer. That's it. Now smell.
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I can't stop sniffing these so hard I am sure to suck this entire twig right up into my brain cartoon-style. We're sorry to hear about Beth, apparently it was a tragic lilac-sniffing accident.
I know, they're not yet all-the-way open and will smell even more heavenly next week, even the week after (hence the "almost" in the post title) ... but returning from last night's evening dog-walk I saw the slightest hint of open-lilac-color among the darker buds and I just couldn't wait; it was almost disturbing how desperate and junkie-like I moved, snapping the little branch and pulling it to my face to inhale as deeply as possible. Time seemed to freeze momentarily while the scent-memory pumped through my veins with each heartbeat sending the heavenly aroma to the tips of my fingers and toes and back again.
A welcome fix after the week I've had (I'll spare you the drama and heartache, but it has been a week), this kind of attitude-adjustment could not have been more timely than it was last night. I feel like those little buds were a small gift, a blessing, and I am grateful for that and will hold that thought close to my heart. I can't remember the last time (if ever) they bloomed this early. Spring here in the Northwest is a strange and fussy predictably-unpredictable thing ... if nothing else it does keep us on our toes, wondering what will happen next.
Now I guess this whole it's-really-spring thing is official. As if the beautiful little sun-breaks between alternating rain, hail and snow storms, busy noisy birds, and the usual pre-Surtex flurry of panicky-excitement hadn't made that clear enough.
So once again, happy Spring everyone!