When we redid the landscaping in front of our house, one of the best decisions we made was to plant a lilac bush. In the years since it has filled out, spilling out into the lawn, and on spring evenings its scent fills the air and comes in through our open windows. I look forward to that two week span each year, and relish its fragrance.
This isn’t that lilac; this one is growing wild in one of the state parks. To my knowledge, lilac is native to Europe and was transplanted into the Americas, so at some point in the past this plant – or it’s fore-bearers – must have escaped cultivation and ended up wild on the boundary of a wooded patch alongside the lake.
However it came to be, it was a welcome sight, a familiar if unexpected encounter, that warranted a photo.