"Let us linger awhile in the wonderful old Lilac walk.
It is a glory of tender green and shaded amethyst and grateful hum of bees, the very voice of Spring.
Every sense is gratified, even that of touch,
when the delicate plumes of the fragrant Lilac blossoms brush your cheek as you walk through its path;
there is no spot of fairer loveliness than this Lilac walk in May.
It is a wonderful study of flickering light and grateful shade in midsummer...
The very spirit of the Lilacs seems visible,
etched with a purity of touch that makes them sentient, speaking beings, instead of silent plants."
Alice Morse Earle - In Lilac Tide
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