A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac.
~ Laura Miller
There’s just something about lilacs, isn’t there?
I’m watching them closer than ever this year, and taking time to capture their growth in photos. The practice has become a perfect illustration of the joy there is to be found in simplicity and stillness.
We’re heading into a busy couple of days–there’s great joy to be found there for a season too.
Balance and blessing: those are the themes of my day today.