The heady scent of lilac blossoms floats across the gardens on the breeze and through the open french doors. Inside, Andrew and Grace cut some beautiful clusters and left them in vases around the house, including a sprig or two on my bedside table where I can enjoy them with the thermos of coffee Andrew leaves me in the morning.
The lilacs come on the heels of apple blossom time and the world changes from white to pink. Soon the white lilac trees will bloom too against the garage, and the linden tree beside the veranda, and it will truly smell like summer.
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