|Lilac blooms - Crabapple House 2012|
We're introduced to our heroine, Sophia the teacher, when ... "She opened the window with a gentle push. A breath of air, damp with a hint of this morning’s rain and spiced with blooming lilacs, relieved the chalk-dust stuffiness of the classroom."
As it happens, the smell of lilacs, wisteria and orange blossoms have almost knocked my senses over this week. Springtime in Melbourne has swept in with a generous fragrance burst and unmistakable promise. And I'm breathing her in when the rain lifts long enough to let me.
Perhaps Helen Keller knew better than anyone, the power of smell. She relied on it when sight and sound no longer played in her world.
|Lilacs from my mother's garden|