When Love is in the Air

It’s not just the weekly cascade of colors transforming the landscape that I love about Spring. It’s the sweet scents, especially the smell of lilacs – the scent of love.

A whiff of lilacs carries me back to May 1984. On a warm, humid night, I opened the door of my red brick apartment and was greeted with a bunch of freshly cut lilacs. Behind the soft purple lilacs was a tall man with sparkling eyes of blue.

“These are for you,” he said, as I took the flowers from his arms.

Forty years later, I can still smell those lilacs.

That handsome date of mine is now my husband. Every May, when the lilacs bloom along our white cottage, their sweet fragrance always reminds me of that fresh feeling of falling in love.