The lilac trees in our backyard are in full bloom right now, their delicate purple flowers diffusing an enchanting fragrance that I can breathe in no matter where I choose to sit. Lilacs always remind me happily of my childhood; in their welcoming presence I relive spring evenings spent swinging barefoot with the breeze rushing through my long hair, secret clubs in a little playhouse, small hands clutching a bouquet of freshly picked blossoms to bring to a well-liked teacher. I still like to bury my nose within the soft flower clusters and inhale all the heady sweetness of youth. The lilacs, I imagine, will always be my favourite.
I wonder if, many years from now, when the warm spring air coaxes the lilacs to their full glory and their graceful scent kisses my tired, wrinkled face, I'll be happily reminded of just how wonderful it was to be where I am at this very moment: immersed in the richness of life in full bloom.
When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Labels: family life
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