I was 26 years old when I smelled my first lilac. That might sound crazy, but it’s true. I was in my first year of grad school, and the college had tons of lilac bushes lining the entire campus perimeter. I vividly remember walking from my car to the library, inhaling deeply because I was smelling something wonderful – and having absolutely no clue what that wonderful thing was. (When I asked one of my peers if she knew what smelled so good outside, she looked confused, then a bit incredulous, then asked, “Do you mean, the lilacs?” Apparently yes, I did.)
Lilacs continue to bring me joy every spring. Each time I smell them in the air, I pause for just a second, inhale, and smile.
Today on my walk, I got my ‘first whiff of the season’ of these bushy purple flowers – from a line of lilac bushes a mere two blocks from our house. Wonderful.