My beautiful lilacs have bloomed. I'm not sure if I love them so much because their time here is so fleeting, because their scent and color is so beautiful, or if it's because they don't really belong in temperate California. They remind me that some of the most beautiful things need harsh conditions to exist.
This came at a particularly important time. I need to remember that these harsh conditions in life might yield beautiful blooms.
Anaïs Nin: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”