Lilacs at a flower stand on Pacific Coast Highway! Triggered an emotional roller coaster. I Must have them excitement! Followed quickly by road rage for the arrogant Ferrari who wouldn’t let me switch lanes to pluck my posies. Then a day of craving East Coast springtime flowers as I ticked off my to-do list.
Snow defying Crocus, happy yellow Daffodils, sleek and show stopper Tulips, Lilacs in soft baby girl hues, Dogwood blooms so balanced, sweet-scented Magnolias, Cherry blossoms worthy of a geisha dance.
The East Coast spring is so anxiously awaited as frigid days linger on in March and April. Similar anticipation accompanied my day, as I longed for my lovely lilacs.
And then the child like glee that comes with the first buds poking up through snow and melting ice! That same glee glowed in my core as I cradled my lavender lilacs that afternoon on PCH, closed my eyes and inhaled their intoxicating perfume. Then quickly home I flew to swaddle my buds into their new nests in my living and bedroom. Baptizing my beach bungalow with the allure of an East Coast spring.