Every morning Paul has been looking out the bedroom window and telling me the lilac is flowering.... he has been saying this since the first few buds appeared. It really is flowering now and with bad weather threatening I have had a good reason to pick myself a bunch. The scent is heavenly when you walk in the room.
I have fond memories of lilacs growing in both my mother and grandmother's gardens. At Granny Haworth's it was a big bush by the gate, later flowering in the South Island, it would be in bloom in November when we went up for visits.