May may be the best month of the year, because our little town becomes Lilac Town and our backyard is filled with the heavenly smell of lilacs. I cut a few for the table for mother's day.
They were my mom's favourite flower, too. They spread by sucker roots from one plant to another. A mother plant may be dead yet the daughter plants, still attached, will live. A metaphor if I ever saw one.
Maybe we planted it a little too close to the house, but I like to look from the kitchen table, through the window on the right.
What else do you want from life?
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