Irony: promising to write about boredom busters during the last week of school when life bounces you around like a coffee bean in a blender.

I am working on the post -- I promise. But the kids are done with school tomorrow, and we've just endured two days of crazy hot heat. Our high yesterday was 102. According to my favorite meteorologist, the Twin Cities have "only hit or surpassed 100 degrees 10 times since 1980." So yesterday? Yeah. Pretty much the world was ending. The only way we could survive was by swimming constantly.

All that to say -- I haven't had much free time. (That should be the subtitle of my blog. "I write in my free time. Bwhahahahaha!")

But I did have to pop in and show you this:

That, my friends, is my backyard. (Only less fuzzy. Sorry for the resolution. It's like my camera has allergies lately.) And those purple blobs on the hedge surrounding the pool? Those would be lilacs.

Lilacs. By the hundreds. In my yard. In my yard. I can hardly get over it.

If I could send you a whiff of the air blowing in my window right now (because Minnesota has come to her senses and is retiring to a respectable low of 55 tonight), you would think you're smelling the very essence of heaven.

I have always been loopy for lilacs, but it wasn't until I left Minnesota that I developed a near-hunger for them. When we were living in San Diego, lilacs represented all that I loved about the Midwest: the beautiful summers, the lush forests, the cool nights, the changing seasons. I pined for them.

(Knowing this, Corey got me lilacs for our anniversary one year. I still wonder how much he had to pay to get a vase of notoriously wilt-ready lilacs to Southern California. But it doesn't really matter. It was one of the sweetest anniversary gifts ever.)

All that to say: When we first looked at our house last winter, and the owner told us casually,
"I'm pretty sure that hedge in the backyard is made up of lilac bushes," Corey rolled his eyes at me. "You just sold her," he said.

'Twas true. And here I am, breathing in the sheer grace of God. It smells like lilacs.


  1. They are the best smell. We have some bushes just outside our bedroom window and they are lovely. But ours are all dead now. Booo.

  2. We are in ND for the summer. The lilacs are amazing!!

  3. Ohhhh, how beautiful! I envy you those lilacs. I adore them.

  4. Oh yes - this is one of my favorite things about our MN visit last week:

  5. Oh, kindred spirits indeed, because I love lilacs. Next best smell next to cow manure.

    We have the puniest bush in our backyard. It produced two - yes, TWO! - blooms this year. I am not impressed.

    Our neighbors have a huge bush and I'm thankful that they share. Nothing is lovelier than a mason jar of lilacs on my counter.

    But I can't believe 100 degrees is so rare there! I had no idea!

  6. Wow! I am a little bit overcome with envy. Lilacs are one of the best scents on EARTH and I have wanted my own lilac bush for a very very long time. Sigh. A friend is going to give me a start. White lilacs, not as strong a scent, but free. Next year.
    In the meantime, enjoy yours!

  7. I love them too, and I love that you love them. And I love hearing from you! Hope you are LOVING your first days of summer at home, AT HOME. IN YOUR HOME. WITH YOUR YARD! Awesomeness.

    Much, much love.

  8. I adore lilacs! We had a whole row of them just over the fence at my house when I was in high school. When I went away to college there were 2 big bushes of them on my way from my apartment to class and it always reminded me of home.
    Now in the house we bought last year there are a couple bushes next to the driveway. I think I might have to cultivate them to get them to grow more! :)

  9. Mmmmm. Lilacs. I love them so. I can imagine what your world smells like. And your pool!? So awesome.

    My mom has several large lilac bushes. We have a teeny teeny bush that has grown maybe about 6 inches in 6 years. Lame-o.

  10. I love lilacs (and now live in San Diego, so don't see them often) and always think of Sheldon VanAuken's book A Severe Mercy (and their lovely 'lilactime') when I see them! Lovely post.

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