I keep a sharp eye on my lilac bush. I've told the story many times. It was here when my folks bought this house the year that I was born - 1951 - planted by the back door. It is still going strong 67 years later. A few years ago we had some kind of boring insect try to take it out but Tom got the right stuff to spray on it and it seems better than ever. I will never smell lilacs that I don't think of my Mom or drying dishes with the kitchen windows open when I was a kid. I can't wait for blooms that I can cut and make the house smell like lilacs. Today I'm playing with a new lens that is actually for portraits when I would have normally gone to the macro lens. So a challenge.
What a lovely memory. I remember the lilacs on the farm when I was young, and we had them at our house we had for 22 years. No lilacs now, except for the chance encounter on a springtime walk.
I never took this close of a look at our lilac bushes when I was growing up. There is a fabulous detail to this photo and the shallow DOF is awesome! I am so jealous you still get to enjoy your lilacs and happy for you at the same time
