by
Cheri Wollenberg
Lilacs are some of my favorite flowers. They always remind me of my grandmother. She had huge bushes that were so fragrant and sweet smelling. They lined the drive going up to her home. It's funny how scents can bring visual images to mind. I can see her when I smell the lilacs. I can see her stooped over picking blackberries and then making blackberry cobbler. She made wonderful jams and buttermilk busquits. She was 4'11" but we grandchildren we had a great respect for her. She was loving but firm. Her fragrance and beauty was as sweet smelling as the lilacs to me.
