Lilacs blooming all over. Their scent always reminds me of May when I was a kid; school out for the summer, graduation, the leaves on the trees thick, fresh, and green. The weather still cool enough to enjoy doing things outside, before the dense heat of summer sinks in. May always seemed like a bright window of hope and adventure.The world's favorite season is the spring.
All things seem possible in May.
- Edwin Way Teale
3 comments:
all things may in may
blossom,
or root in another
season, Shakespeare
knew season of lovers
--every!-so
Spring intensifies all
cycles, just spite erasing
calendars,
sticking watch second
hand, scent
of lilacs
making every wall an
open window
growing wider then wilder in ripening
gaze
Beautiful photo; the soft colors are wonderful. I haven't see a lot of lilacs around Berkeley. I guess some things just don't grow well here. I miss the scent of lilacs!
Thank you, Anon, for your wonderful words :)
And thank you, Katie. I don't know about Berkeley and lilacs, but they seem to do well here -- and in the humid midwest.
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