There’s an empty lot down the street. It’s got the only FOR SALE sign on our street without one of those obnoxious Neon Orange/Black SOLD stickers on it.
The lot is bordered by trees and tons of lilac bushes. My daily walk takes me right past this aromatic wonderland and yesterday I couldn’t resist. I waded through the long grass to the back of the lot, selected and snapped off two blossomy branches to bring home.
The house smells heavenly. What is it about lilacs? Yes, they are pretty, with their bunches of tiny four-pronged purple flowers on a background of verdant green leaves, but I suspect my favourite thing is their specific scent, it’s unmistakable and so fleeting!
After a day in a jar of water, the flowers are already dropping off their branch onto the table. If I’m feeling bold, I might replace them tomorrow, if it’s not too late.
In early June they go wild and you can find them everywhere, but in no time they’ll be gone, their lovely perfume turning to a sickly sweet death stench.
P.S. did you know that carpe diem translates to “pluck the day?” Thanks, Austin Kleon <3