Certainly, would love to have lilacs with cedar.
My niece was married by Lake Winnipesaukee on a May day, and we scoured the neighborhood asking who would let us pinch some of their lilacs. The luscious scents, camaraderie of this tribe of clippers finding different colors, and lilac grace made it great fun. Thanks for reminding me of this.
Too warm here for lilacs, our home came with southern red cedars surrounding my northeast wall. They got salt burnt with hurricane Irma which has made their trunks more appealing texturally.
Fortunately, I live on the coastal breeze side and with the amount of rain has kept away the smell of any low tides. Although, last year brought a fish kill, where our county dropped dumpsters for folks on the bay …to clean their docks. It was horrendous, nothing like the rotting of huge dolphins and manatee. Almost as bad as a paper mill.
Conroy’s pluff mud descriptions are very accurate, I spent many a summer oyster and clam digging there.
Grey water as a pond of play should rock back memories. For me, Manhattan always smells like sweat mixed with gasoline; Fiesole is the vineyards, the wild grass, the finocchio, the hot dusty Florentine earth; Cortina d’Ampezzo is terracotta geraniums, basil, oakmoss, cedarwood. London is wet wool, used tea leaves, sweat, tobacco. Istanbul is turkish roses, patchouli, benzoin, frankincense.
Terrific nonfiction is Hare With Amber Eyes, a family memoir by British ceramicist Edmund de Waal.
Our neighborhood book club is reading “Harbor” by Lorraine Adams. My classics book club is reviewing: “Tess of the D’Urbervilles.” I am currently reading “Gentleman in Moscow” having just finished, “The Plague and I”; and not to long ago read “Once Upon a River”<----good recommendation.
“Educated”; gripped me from start to finish.
Listened to “Bad Blood” on Audible on a cross country trip, it made it hard to make pit stops.
I will and do read anything.