The Lilac bushes are twenty or so feet tall and wafting. In teams we pull their limber trunks down and someone cuts the blooming branches. Brit and Chris and Martha and I started Sunday at 7:30 in the morning. The days got so hot suddenly. The lilacs burst open. Into the basement they go to stay cool. I don't like cutting through someone's table in the middle of his breakfast, but these guys eat and fly. Lilacs don't last as long as some cut flowers but the smell is worth the few days you get, everyone says it reminds them of their mother or their childhood. Its just one of those things.
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