Tuesday, June 12, 2012

write my mind the way I want it to read

There's a bunch of lilacs in a jar on my kitchen table.  Purple ones from the tree in the back yard, the one that hangs over the fence into the lane. 

The lilacs seem to be particularly fragrant this year, which is good, not only for the obvious joy of having a house smelling of lilacs, but also because they help to mask the stinky mountain ash tree in the front yard.  The mountain ash looks lovely, bunches of white blossoms hanging heavy from the boughs.  But there's something wrong with those blossoms this year.  They smell just like rotting potatoes.  That can't be right.

In other news, I noticed today that the middle lawnmower kid has shaved all his hair off, much like his older brother, the bossy one, did last summer.  It must be a lawnmower kid right of passage or something.  I fully expect to see the youngest, the creepy one, do something similar next summer.

Are you seeing signs of summer?


Karen said...

I found a mosquito in my room :( Summer has arrived.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I got my first bite the other evening, Karen. I hope you squashed your mosquito first.

Allison said...

Love the smell of lilacs.

It doesn't feel like summer yet. I wore a jacket and scarf today and was still a bit chilly. However, it could be worse.

I did see some flowers poking through the large trees at Versailles and that made me smile today.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I can't wait to see all your photos and to get a complete debrief of your trip, Al. Hopefully you'll get some summer weather still, for patio lounging.