It’s a pity that lilacs, like peonies, bloom for such a short time, because I do love them so. Unlike peonies, which must be cut down at the end of their season, lilac trees keep their green leaves until the first frost, and their branches wear winter gifts with grace.
We first moved to the farm in summer, so the lilac trees here were past their bloom. Still, I recognized the remnants of their spring glory and worked hard to prune their overgrown and droopy branches that fall. Big mistake I learned later, for pruning their branches in the fall would sacrifice spring blooms. That was just one of the many gardening mistakes I made when I was first learning about what had been planted here once, and where.
Most of the lilac trees sit around the corner of one of the barns here, a stroke of gardening genius in my opinion, because their leaves and blooms contrast so beautifully with the regal red of the barn. And in winter, these branches take on such elegance while wearing ice and snow. It’s another one of the gifts this farm has yielded – beauty in unexpected places, and the time to pause and take note.