We put new cedar chips under the miniature lilac bush on the corner of the house yesterday.I sat on the steps last night for half an hour and got buzzed from the dense fragrance of the trapped lilacs, the nosy tang of the freshly-spread chips and the soft and gentle comfort of a 2000 EdMeades Pinot Noir from the Anderson Valley.
I thought about all the lilac bushes I've ever known, starting with the fragrant old-fashioned bush by our septic tank on Lake Andrew all the way to the woody, gnarly companion in St. Paul that died when Kathleen's mother did.
