the lilac thief

all three shades of lilac blossoms gathered early this morning by random acts of pruning

With Missy D, my always willing and most excellent accomplice & assistant extraordinaire, my pruning clips stuffed into the zippered pockets of my hooded, basic black, fleece lined wind breaker (along with compostable black poop bags, a handful of dog biscuits and several must have, favourite 3-ply avec lotion tissues - from the Superstore) I did some lilac gathering this early morning. I've been planning this event, my annual random acts of lilac pruning, for a few days now. I've been waiting for the blossoms to be just right. Each season it seems I must acquire a gigantic bouquet of lilacs and I must have all three shades in that one big bouquet.

We have one, sad, very overgrown and too shaded pale purple lilac here within the terracotta gardens - all it's blossoms are up very high, desperately reaching for some sunlight and far too high for me to clip and prune. Hence the lilac thievery. In my defense only the beautiful dark lavender colour came from a private residence, the white and pale lavender are on land that lilac thieves would consider to be practically public. Wink. I'm enamoured not only their incredible beauty but also oh my ... the scent of lilacs.

Lilac polaroids to come.