Welcome to the My-Lilacs-Are-Blooming-Hooray-Hooray celebration!
This morning as I sat on the front porch with my morning coffee and the first waft of that unmistakable delicious fragrance floated over to me I sighed a very happy sigh indeed. Spring is good and truly here.
In floriography, the language of flowers, lilacs are often said to express first emotions of love.
Amy Lowell’s poem Lilacs is an ode to these lovely flowers and I’ve excerpted a few lines:
Lilacs in dooryards,
Holding quiet conversations with an early moon;
Lilacs watching a deserted house,
Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a log-sided shock of bloom…
You are everywhere…
You are the great flood of our souls
Bursting above the leaf-shapes of our hearts,
You are the smell of all Summers,
The love of wives and children…
Syringa (Lilac) is a genus of about a couple dozen flowering woody plants in the olive family. Because of the lilac’s pithy stems, two early names for it were “pipe tree” and “blow stem.”
Which leads to the original story – young Pan happened upon the nymph Syrinx early one morning as she was talking the dawn. He frightened her with his approach, and as he continued to pursue her, she appealed to the gods for help. It is just as Pan reached her and spread his arms to embrace her, only to find he has an armload of reeds. As he sighs in despair, a sigh so deep that it sounded through the reeds, a melody is produced. And Pan has found his first pipe.
Maybe not quite the same as a Pan melody, but here is Eartha Kitt’s version of the song Lilac Wine.
Faeries, too, are said to love lilacs, so it’s always good to be prepared for a little magic when in the vicinity of those lovely fragrant blossoms.
Do you have a favorite flower that officially declares now-it’s-Spring to you? Or do you have lilac story to share? Maybe a faery tale? Do tell, you know I love to hear. I’m linking again to Lori Moon’s May Flower challenge, and I invite you to check it out as well.