Lilacs!

Woo, hoo! I bloody love lilacs. I love the colour and I love, love, love the scent.

Okay, okay, this vaseful of lilacs is not from my 20-year-old tree.

They’re from my neighbour Pat’s very prolific tree.

Who knows? I may still get a vaseful of lilacs from my 20-year-old tree, which has more flowers on it than ever before. Apparently Rhodo Dave was right when he suggested lilacs might like food, too.

Unfortunately, feeding has so far failed to produce a flower on the lilac I planted in the big hole I dug five years ago.

Nor has feeding produced any flowers on the lilac tree I planted last year to replace the diseased pear tree.

Oh, but what’s this? More lilac flowers on my property?

Yes! Dark lilacs will soon be open on the tree I bought yesterday. The plan was to plant it in the area I cleared of stones last September. A day later I realise that this spot simply does not get enough sun.

It seems I need to devote days to digging another hole in a sunnier spot. Sigh.

Still… Lilacs!