Even though I have a beautiful lilac in my yard that sports the biggest clusters of dark purple florettes you've ever seen, this diminuative white lilac is my favorite. It not only has the most heavenly smell, I think it is just beautiful. The Husby and I dug this out of his grandmother's yard about 25 years ago. It didn't do much for years. Oh, it grew but never put on a lot of flowers. Last year I trimmed it way back and this year I have many more flowers on it than I remember ever seeing.
I think that another reason I love this one so much is just knowing that someone else cared for it once. Since I won't always live here I think I am going to devise some type of little metal box to attach to it so someone else can open it up years from now and maybe read about its origins. Maybe they won't care at all, but you never know. I will enclose a little slip of paper to say that this came from a little house in Deary, Idaho and was attended by Olive Wilson Thomas, daughter of Scot and Canadian immigrants.
Genealogy is another one of my loves. Years ago I worked in a library where the local genealogy society met once a month. At the time I thought I would go crazy if one more person regaled me with a story about his great great uncle Phineas who had run a still in the mountains of Tennessee. Now it is I who will go on and on about ancient relatives to anyone who will listen. sigh
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