Fleeting

(For Jackie.)

The last time we were house-hunting, we looked at a house with two huge lilac bushes in the back. It was mid-May, and the flowers were already spent, but I could imagine the heavenly scent that must've wafted into the house just a few weeks earlier. I knew I wanted that house.

It's our house now, and this is our third May in it. The lilacs are more beautiful than ever this year. Every vase and empty pickle jar I own is filled with cut lilacs. They're my absolute favorite.

I know, though, that their glory is fleeting, and I find myself feeling nostalgic for them before they're even gone.