When I was a little girl, my mom used to open the windows in my bedroom on the second floor of our old farmhouse and the room would fill with the scent of lilacs. We had two very old bushes growing on the side of the house; one white and one purple and growing together they made a beautiful sight.
She sent me a picture the other day of lilacs that she had cut from the bush and brought to her antique shop.
In her e-mail to me she wrote, "I wish I could send you the smell!"
Me too, Mom.
Isn't it funny how something can make you miss your childhood home so much?
As you can see, I have redesigned my blog so that I could see lilacs everyday.
And, here is a tomato update for you--I just picked a bunch of the red beauties this morning:
I wish I could send the smell and the taste to you!