When we looked at this house last spring the lilac tree was in bloom.
I've waited expectantly all year for it to bloom again so I could cut some of the fragrant, delicate flowers and fill the house with them.
I imagined myself walking up the back stairs with an armful of pale purple flowers bouncing and bobbing, scattering their delicious scent as the bees trailed behind.
Today I did just that. And so did the bees.