The sun is out today, but the air is cool, so we sat out on our porch, huddled in blankets, breathing the spring air laden with the delicate scent of lilacs and ate bagels and lox and celebrated Mother's Day.
The lilacs are in full bloom right now - bouquets filling our house. My husband bought me tiny starts of the exotic deep burgundy lilacs years ago on Mother's Day. The white ones were transplants from my neighbor (and wonderful friend) Sherri's garden and the pale purple ones are an old fashioned variety passed down to me from my mother's garden where huge bushes have grown for over 45 years.
They go back further than that though - my parents inherited starts from our neighbor Mr. Morgan. He and his wife were like grandparents to me throughout my childhood and scarcely a day would go by without me tripping along the path through the woods to share a cup of tea, some biscuits and stories with Mrs. Morgan or to follow Mr. Morgan around the chicken coups and his garden. Beautiful memories, lilacs, the Morgans, my parent's garden, Mother's Day.
Many years after Mr. Morgan passed away, we named our first son 'Morgan' in his honor. Only after announcing it, did I learn that Mr. Morgan's first name was Gilbert...
