April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. -- T. S. Elliot
My one and only lilac bush is blooming. I want to cut them all and put them in vases, but then they wilt within days. I just have to appreciate them in the garden. Ahhh, but they smell so good next to my bed!
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