I love lilac—the color, the scent and of course the flower. Although we still have several more weeks before lilac bloom around here, I am already anticipating with great glee their spring flowering. And although the color of lilac is, well, lilac, in truth the flowers come in colors from lilac to pink to white and even yellow.
Lilac symbolizes youthful innocence and confidence—a wonderful balance! If you are lucky to have lilac in your garden, cut a sprig, bring it inside and you will be rewarded with long-lasting blooms. Not for the faint of heart, the aroma of lilac is powerful and strong—I might even say confident!
O were my love yon Lilac fair
by Robert Burns
O were my love yon Lilac fair,
Wi’ purple blossoms to the Spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing!
How I wad mourn when it was torn
By Autumn wild, and Winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing,
When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.
O gin my love were yon red rose,
That grows upon the castle wa’;
And I myself a drap o’ dew,
Into her bonie breast to fa’!
O there, beyond expression blest,
I’d feast on beauty a’ the night;
Seal’d on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley’d awa by Phoebus’ light!