Lilacs covered the side of the house that spring, their perfume heady and sweet. I close my eyes and I can see the cottage, chipped walls in need of paint. I remember it all, water skis and Cranberry Lake, rich coffee at the market, Mt. Baker shining in the distance.
How was I to know it wouldn’t last? That like the winds across Deception Pass you would blow through my life leaving nothing but memories and emptiness, a hole that love once filled.
I put my face to the lilacs, breathing deep; it all comes back, sights, smells and tears.
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Smells, especially of flowers, are such powerful triggers to memory.
BTW, there were lilacs growing just out of shot.
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*insert clapping hands* I KNEW it! 😉
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Yea, indeed to clap hands, since lilac is no longer a common garden shrub. BTW, it was white lilac
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Oh my you just don’t see that here in the US any more. I used to grow a small side yard garden of lilacs, white and purple with some butterfly bushes. Most recently saw some HUGE white lilacs at the Botanical Park in Queenstown, NZ. Oh my the memories those brought back. 🙂
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Know what you mean. Way back I lived in a house with a garden with a hedge of lilacs. It was beautiful.
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a poignant tale. It’s interesting how our memories and feelings are stored and triggered through the senses.
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