I walked hand in hand with my granny great
To the road where the lilacs bloom.
Instant love, what can I say, I was smitten.
Something about the plentiful scene of stalks and scent captured so early in my childhood mind,
Resonates with me still.
55 Lilacs with a random chance of luck at an out of season suprise.
How many times will grace my door?
Here's hoping for the blessing of many more, many more, many more....