When lilacs last


When lilacs last

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,.. Walt Whitman

Though Walt Whitman was remembering Lincoln I have other memories of lilacs. I remember them on the edges of my Great-grandmother’s formal gardens and they remain with their dark sweet fragrance lingering in my memories.
As a gardener I have learned that you cannot always cut away the new sprouts to keep the bushes neat. The large canes grow thinner and taller every year till no one can reach the blooms. But if we allow the cut back the proud old growth, then the shy young stems will have space to grow and will give their beauty to the smallest child who reaches and pulls them down to smell their sweetness!

who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s Psalm 103:5

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