I always liked lilac. Back in my childhood, I remember walking the narrow path to church that was lined with lilac bushes. I have always loved the smell, as well as the look of the plant. It’s that time of year and lilac is blooming right now. So far I have seen shades of white, blue, and purple. I got to collect three small branches from a bush on public land yesterday, and placed them in a vase on my window sill. Soon the air and the room was filled with the fragrance of this intense smelling plant. I loved it, but my allergy game was strong this morning and I could hardly breathe. I eventually had to move the flowers into a different room and not entirely sure if it was my beloved lilac that is to blame for all of it. Patio furniture and even the streets are covered with fine yellow pollen dust. Most everybody is complaining about some ailment, ranging from a runny nose to itchy eyes or ears. Despite of it all and no matter the cause, lilac still remains one of my favorite and is such a romantic little plant. Doesn’t this scene look fairytale like?