The tree is quite demure, understated and shy most of the time, but right now, she is a French whore. Well, not really, but she smells like one. Um, so I've been told, anyway.
The overwhelming nature of that perfume, coupled with the fact that the tree is right by our front porch, makes any passing through the front door an invitation to being knocked over by the powerful olfactory experience which is the lilac right now.
I've discovered that the perfume is at its strongest in the middle of a sunny, hot afternoon such as we had yesterday in Denver. Then, it is take-a-step-back, shake-your-head strong.
If only I had the smell-my-blog plugin.
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It may be temporarily overpowering, but aren't you glad you (or your predecessor in the house) didn't plant a corpse flower? In relative terms, an overpowering French whore has to be better!
My mind is working on creating that scent. Mmmmmm.
Don't let me misstate it, Lyn! We love our lilac tree. We planted it ten years ago, and it even survived getting the terminal leader severed (I did it by accident when it was only six feet tall, trying to toss an extension cord over it) when Julia was able to use some ties designed for use with trees to coax another branch to become the new leader.
Now, you cannot possibly tell the tree was ever in danger, as it is gorgeous, full, and about 12 ft tall.
It's our baby, and my mention of her odoriferousness is not meant as complaint at all--more like amazement!
Oh, I got that, Rick. I just had to have some fun with you!
The perfume of a lilac in bloom is my favorite smell. Nothing signals Spring in my soul like that sweet, overpowering smell.
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