I’ve loved lilacs ever since I was a child swinging on our old rusty swing set next to a lilac bush in the back yard. I dreamed of having my own when I grew up. Except, when I did grow up, I moved to Florida where lilac bushes don’t grow.
Twenty-seven years after we moved away, we’re finally back home again, near the area where I grew up. We planted a lilac bush, but it didn’t grow for two years. Finally, this year, it’s blooming (pictured left).
They came up late in the season, and aren’t lasting very long, but I’m thrilled to have their fresh scent and soft color adorning my yard.
While the lilacs start to fade, my rose bush says, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you lots of blooms to smile about.”
Due to what’s happening in the world, I’m struggling with going on as normal with blogging and other social media outlets. You see, during the rowdiest days of the riots, they came dangerously close to my home and the homes of my family members. My emotions went into such a tailspin, that now they are drained. I need to take a break from social media and the internet.
I apologize that I won’t be around blogs for a while. But, it won’t be for long. I love the blogging world. For now, I’m going to continue with writing my novel and enjoy being outdoors on my patio with the flowers.
If you’d like to stay in touch, I’m at firstname.lastname@example.org.
In the meantime, everyone stay safe and well.