Are you wondering about the title of my post? Maybe you're a tad curious to know what a lilac lane is. Well, I actually don't have a lilac lane of my own, but my Great Aunt Ethel did. It was located smack dab between her property and that of her long time neighbor of many, many years. A nice elderly gentleman named Sam. Sam would come to visit with my great aunt in her yard through the lilac bushes which separated both their backyards. Although Ethel and Sam were just good friends, Aunt Ethel would affectionately call the foot worn path through the heart shape arches of the bushes "lilac lane."
Aunt Ethel's lilac bushes were fragrant, mature and lush with purple flowers. They were seasons old and left to be how Mother Nature intended them to be. Tall, wide and wild with the aroma of their perfume. My lone little lilac bush is but three years old. These photos are of the first flowers I have enjoyed from my pretty purple bosket. Although modest in its size, I was more than thrilled to see my own aromatic harbinger of spring finally bloom.
As you can see, I hardly have enough flowers on my small shrub to make my lilac the perennial show stopper that lilacs have become famous for. There isn't even enough for a small centerpiece. I just can't for-see my just barely established shrub propagating into my very own lilac lane. But next year if I am lucky enough to be blessed with more flowers, I will lovingly cut a nostalgic bouquet, place it thoughtfully in a crystal vase and for a moment think of my Great Aunt Ethel and her "lilac lane."
From Beyond My Kitchen Window