Happiness is...
… not needing words to explain (but giving them anyway).
I could have just put the picture and everyone would have known what happiness is.
BUT...
Since I was born in May, I used to be sure they were “created” for me. I always promised myself I’d get married in May so that I could have them at my wedding. Some good things don’t wait.
I’ve been ______ (more than bummed, but not quite despondent) that this year I would be missing the 70 feet of lilac bushes, lining my parent’s yard, in full bloom. I found console in sighting one VERY OLD bush in our jungle-ous Seattle backyard, and now no one would know it’s a lilac bush. I went-to-town on it.
However, the crop was worth it. So worth it.
And when the blossoms no longer have the ability to overpower our home, I’ll resort to this.
LILACS
(pronounced "lī-lək" or "LIE-LUCK")
(pronounced "lī-lək" or "LIE-LUCK")
Trust me.
I could have just put the picture and everyone would have known what happiness is.
BUT...
Since I was born in May, I used to be sure they were “created” for me. I always promised myself I’d get married in May so that I could have them at my wedding. Some good things don’t wait.
I’ve been ______ (more than bummed, but not quite despondent) that this year I would be missing the 70 feet of lilac bushes, lining my parent’s yard, in full bloom. I found console in sighting one VERY OLD bush in our jungle-ous Seattle backyard, and now no one would know it’s a lilac bush. I went-to-town on it.
However, the crop was worth it. So worth it.
(they're not even blooming yet, but I couldn't risk our neighbor reaching over the fence and stealing them)
And when the blossoms no longer have the ability to overpower our home, I’ll resort to this.
(it says "lilac blossom," and it's not lying)
Comments
I forgot. Does that lie-luck oil smell good? Realistically good?
By the way, your happiness is . . . posts make me happy, too. Thank you.
My lilacs have frosted out the last FOUR years. Not a bloom one. Many promising starts - only to succomb to the frost. I think I'll head to your mom's house instead.
Love, Aunt Rachel
P.S. Your blog is misleading. It's tricked me a couple of times by saying you just wrote twelve hours ago and this was posted longer ago than that. My hopes keep getting dashed.