The neighborhood we lived in when we lived in Linköping bloomed in the spring. Bloomed with lilac. Every house and garden had lilac. I assume it was a requirement – if you agreed to reside there you agreed to maintain lilac. A reasonable assumption.
It smelled wonderfully. For a few weeks each spring going for a walk was accompanied by the lovely redolence of lilac. It was wonderful.
Now that spring has sprung I wonder if our old neighborhood is teeming with the beautiful purple flower once again. I hope it is. I hope to take a stroll through those lilac filled streets soon.
For now my memories will have to do.
Until next time,