Ah, the beauty of lilacs in spring! Today, as I leaned into this lilac bush to inhale the fragrance of the flowers, memories of my grandmother's lilacs flashed in my mind. I recall a large hedge of lilacs in the yard beside my grandparents' home next door to our home.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of my mother's birth (May 5, 1912). I have wonderful memories of her and the springtime flowers she loved: lilies of the valley, daffodils, and especially the flowering dogwood trees.
This week my husband and I have been considering what type of tree to plant in our front yard to replace an old spruce that had died. I think a white dogwood would be a good choice. Here's a lovely one we noticed this week in our neighborhood.
I recall the white dogwoods my mother had planted on the south side of our little house in Danvers. I understand that she had transplanted them from her childhood home in Westport, Connecticut. She loved to take us to Westport in May to see the flowering dogwoods there. Some streets were lined with huge dogwoods arching over the roadway – an impressive canopy of flowers, pink ones alternating with white.
