Last lilacs

For some reason, our lilacs didn't show much this spring.

These are Joe and Mina's. We enjoy them for free.

O liquid and free and tender! 
O wild and loose to my soul--O wondrous singer! 
You only I hear--yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,) 
Yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me. 

Walt Whitman - When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d