The fragrance of lilacs is making me swoon. I'm not a garderner. But I love a good flower show like everybody else.
I marvel at the perfume, so punctual every late May. It coincides with a taste for gin and tonics all of a sudden. Funny how a handy lime shows up in this pastel with a purple finch.
Stop and smell the flowers!
These lacey lilacs are at the edge of Spar Cove.
I brought this bunch inside, polka dots and all.
I love the arc of color as they fade.
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