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The poets were right. You know those spoon/moon/June poems about flowers and their beauty, how they attract the eye, and about their scent, how it makes you delirious? Whitman's "When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloomed" is perfect.
Well, yesterday I was in my garden just poking around, cleaning up dead growth and plunging my nose into the flowers that are blooming. I snapped off a purple lilac that was half attached. I stuck it behind my right ear and continued on with my garden duties. Immediately the aroma overwhelmed me. It was as if a long-forgotten memory was trying to resurface in my brain.
I paid no attention to it. I continued to plant my morning glories, but the lilac kept knocking.
I made a Stoli and water and plopped down on my swinging glider, cross-legged. Garden time is my quiet time.
My neighbor’s tall honeysuckle shrubs are in full bloom…more scent of the mother. A gust sprung up and the ends of the honeysuckle started to move. I swear it looked like two steeds out for a run in the pasture. But I knew who they were. The stead closest to me was rearing up, forceful, determined. The other horse, the girlhorse, was right by his side, keeping up, happy to finally be by his side.
The lilacs had taken me over. I was swooning, quite literally. I was in a Heironymus Bosch dreamstate; a shift in consciousness possessed me. I lost me. And I didn’t want to come back.
So yes you can be literally intoxicated by flowers, so don’t stick them over your ear unless you are ready for something new and profound to happen. Flowers in a vase don’t conger up that effect.
Be careful with flowers.
The pic is of bleeding hearts. They are my favorite. Sorry, I don't have a pic of lilacs, but I should.
