The fragrance of lilacs blooming instantly takes me back to my elementary school days. We lived within one block of Fairmoor Elementary so we always walked to school and could go home for lunch. It's funny to think about it now, but those kids who took packed lunches often wished they could go home to eat and those of us who walked home at noon often wished we could stay at school during lunch time.
When the lilacs bloomed, my mother would go to our backyard during lunch time and pick generous bouquets and allow me to take them to my teachers, whose names are forever etched in my memory - first grade - Mrs. Grossman, second - Mrs. Williams, third - Mrs. Jacobs, fourth - Mrs. Perkins, fifth - Mrs. Berman, and sixth - Mr. Galvach. The teachers always seemed happy to receive the flowers and I had the pleasure of sniffing lilacs all the way to school. To this day I love that fragrance but have never had a lilac bush of my own. Maybe this will be the year I plant one. I'm not much of a gardener but I bet I could grow lilacs.