When searching for pictures of lilacs, I just came across this blog : The Venomous Bead
Seems like i am not the only person to whom lilacs are a scent of childhood. The lilacs here in France are in bloom and as i was inhaling the smell wafting from the delicate petals, I remembered. And I thought suddenly:
I really want a crown of lilacs for my wedding!
This thought just popped into my head.
And I thought of the hot summer days next
to the church walls, drawing with chalks on roasting asphalt. The smell of the lilac bushes thick in the sweltering air, firebugs crawling amongst its roots.
The neighbours ragdoll tomcat rolling luxuriantly in the grass, while our cat, the queen, a splendid red mackerel tabby, perches serenely on one of the gravestones, observing her little world.
The chestnut tree showering everything
with sticky buds, the feeling of them on your feet, as you run around barefoot.
A cold, cold river flowing right behind the house, the little landing - so perfect for letting your toes hang into the cool wetness, the small fish meandering around the shadows.
I am so glad I got to experience that.
