Another season of potential

Lilacs are the most perfect of buds, expertly wrapped in leathery veneer. Once the weather turns, they swell before our eyes, making kinetic the potential stored in them all winter.

I remember my mother cutting flowers from the lilac bush outside our back door, bouquets that spilled over a large snifter vase — the centerpiece of our dining room table. If I close my eyes, I can almost smell the memories.

That persevering bush from our childhood home has become old and brittle, and a large section broke this winter during a heavy snow. It stood sentry for more than 40 years, a witness to the comings and goings of my family. I can’t imagine the back door without it.

Perhaps it’s not done yet and holds another season of potential within.

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