Is Sweet and Heady Like My Love

(I guess I forgot to publish this one. Oops. Now I'm really done.)

The day the first lilac blossoms tentatively opened, the girls flew into action and filled half a dozen vases in under five minutes.  That same night, forecasters predicted a hard frost, and I was afraid it would kill all the blossoms like last year's snow had.

I needn't have worried. 

 

The blossoms survived and linger still, and the heady scent of lilac creeps into every open window.

 

I couldn't be happier.