‘There were few houses that did not contain in their gardens… lilac bushes…And so it came about that, all through the month of May, each small house found itself dowered with an expected magnificence, a whole, silent household staff of young lilacs gathered about the door and filling the interior with sweet air and fragrant smells, a staff which could have been supplied in an Eastern fairy-tale only by a fairy gifted with poetical powers’. Proust.
The scent of the lilac wafts all over the garden, so at some point each day I am stirred by Proustian moments of childhood memories. Their flowering time is so brief and so evocative of bygone times. It makes me think of Edwardian ladies with parasols. I love to cut armfuls to enjoy in the house. If you are superstitious you might believe it is unlucky to bring it into the house, but I am not, so I do it, and always have done. I think that once it was believed that the lilac belonged to the fairies and then the Victorians associated them with death. Anyway, I am defying the fairies today and enjoying this lovely vase full of gorgeous frothy blooms.
Some years ago, in another life I had a lovely German mother-in-law who claimed that when the lilacs are in bloom then everybody suffered from ‘Frühlingsmüdigkeit‘ or spring tiredness. I don’t know whether this strange condition afflicts just German people or if it is more widespread than that. Fortunately, we don’t get it here and it is just as well because like you, I am having to spend an enormous amount of time on cleaning my shopping and washing everything in the house. And this week is National Gardening Week so of course I have to celebrate that by working in the garden. But of course, just like you, my dear blogging friends, I don’t need a special week for that, I do it anyway when I can spare time from washing my hands or my light switches and door knobs.
Cathy from Rambling in the Garden hosts this Monday meme and today she has a bit of glitz and glamour, so perhaps she is in a party mood. Lilac always makes me feel nostalgic and this year I am nostalgic for a time when I could hug my family and friends – and be a domestic slob.