I saw the lilacs blooming along the road just outside of town weeks ago. They’re still blooming.
Lilacs in autumn, I thought. Something’s not right.
I’ve heard that there are certain strains of Lilacs that were developed to flower in the fall. I also heard that they don’t have any scent.
I reached up and pulled a flower to my nose when I stopped to look at the lilacs alongside the road. They were smaller and grew on branches that were mostly bare of leaves, but smelled even more intense than spring lilacs. As if the smell was concentrated in the little flower.
Then Kitty (the person not the hen) told me that Anne (also the person) brought a bouquet of lilacs to a gathering they had. I let her know that I’d read about how lilacs will sometimes bloom in the fall if they were stressed in the summer. I thought of the long hot and wet days we had in July and August and suddenly lilacs in the autumn made sense.
“You should be blooming any day now” I texted to Kitty whose husband had open-heart surgery over the summer.
“I like the idea that stress makes something bloom and create something beautiful” she texted back.
So do I. I’m going to try to remember that.