Okay...by the narrowest skin of your
teeth, you won't have to listen to me talk about the five best colors
for Frisbees today--
(Although, just for the record (and in
order), those colors would be black, neon yellow, bright blue, hot pink, and
classic red. I didn't want you to be left wondering...)
The lilacs are FINALLY starting to pop
out, although it's been a slow & painful process, much like the
wait for the arrival of summer this year. However, being the eternal
optimist that I am, I'm taking to heart words my father-in-law
uttered over the weekend. He's a guy who grew up around farms and
seems to know a lot about things that grow, so when he mentioned that
he's noticed over the years that the longer it takes the lilacs to
come out, the longer they live, I was happy.
Because if that's the case, these
lilacs should be out for the rest of summer (or whatever passes for
summer this year).
Someone asked me why I have this things
for lilacs, and I couldn't explain why. I've just always loved the
smell. Maybe, like many things in life, it goes back to childhood
and the lilacs trees my grandparents had in their front yard. Maybe
I just have an overabundance of whatever brain cells or nasal
receptors lock into the scent. Maybe I'm just weird.
It wouldn't be the first time, you
know.
So I'll give you the warning I give out
every year around this time. If you see me on the street with my
head planted into a lilac tree, I'm not being held hostage. My
head's not stuck in the branches, nor is a squirrel trying to mug me.
I'm just sniffing and inhaling as deeply as I can before I pass out.
Yes, I know I have a problem. My name
is Jim, and I'm a lilac-holic.
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