Something Beautiful is a 2013 self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
The morning of my wedding, I harvested every lilac surrounding the family farmhouse. Tall graceful altar vases were overwhelmed with bowing cascades of deep purple, periwinkle blue, and stone white lilacs. An unmistakable perfume swallowed whatever remained of naked air and made my heart swell.
Love. I have loved them since before I can remember. Only Grandma more than me. Commanding the breezes of the early warm in late spring mornings. Perfect, dainty but firmly independent blossoms. The French violet — breathtaking. A scent more intense than the others. Always prolific. One French lilac held court until the peonies bloomed and then gracefully faded away.
Last night I looked for a purple lilac and found the Jacaranda. She loves the tropics. Central and South American, Cuba. Imagine coming around a bend and seeing her. Color beyond astonishing. I must find this. And see this. And smell this. And much more.