I think of lilacs.

I have lilacs in my garden that came from my mother’s garden.  They lined the back border of  my mother’s yard, where I spent my favorite outside times, swinging up into those fragrant, lavender tresses as a child.

This year, I was especially surprised by a lilac that was given to me by a dear lady who gave me  a particularly beautiful, large flowered, lilac with a strong, heady aroma.  She was a mom for me through hardness of loosing several family members.  The special surprise was the blossoms this year-the first I have gotten-on my own bush since this dear lady has gone to be with the lord herself.

The best part, though, is the lilac that I have desired to own; the small leaved and demure flowered “Miss Kim” Korean lilac.  Don’t let it’s polite graces fool you-she has loads of sweet fragrance to match her sweet disposition.  Growing to 6-8 feet and liking a sunny spot, Miss Kim is a keeper, and that’s just what I’m going to do with the one my son gave ME for Mother’s Day! (Now I just have to get him to plant it.)