A belated post to commemorate the stunning lilacs in Santa Fe this year.
The scent of lilacs permeated the air as I was coming home from a walk with my dog, Aster. The wind lifted their scent. The blossoms poked their heads out between the chain link. One of my neighbors has lilacs that cheer me me up when I walk past. The blooms are white, pink and shades of the eponymous lilac. (Unfortunately, the photo below is blurry camera phone shot that Aster patiently allowed me to take.)
However, my lilacs are a sad testament to my lack of gardening skills. As with many of my early attempts at gardening in the desert Southwest, I plopped them into the ground without any soil amendment and anticipated the flush of blooms in years to follow. Year after year, I was disappointed as they increased in size but the flowers failed to impress. How hard could it be? I saw volunteers all over the place.
People suggested amending the soil around the plants, but I recalled how hard it was to dig the holes to plant them and mentally said, "No." I've tried giving them away. Trying to tempt my friends with the size of the bushes. Well this year, everyone's lilacs went wild and mine did, too.
My blooms weren't as prolific as some of the lilacs around town, but they were just enough for me.