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Robert

Beautiful! I didn't realize they bloomed for such a short period of time. This variety that you posted looks just like the one in my WW post. I forgot what type it was.

Beth

What a gorgeous color! You know, the one redeeming feature of the landscape we found here at the doublewide is the existence of two small to medium lilacs. Yesterday, I was nearby, hacking away at the many weeds in the hard-packed red clay, when the wind blew the fragrance of the sun-warmed lilac blossoms my way. I stopped hacking and closed my eyes and savored the sweet, sweet scent. Heaven.

CountryDew

I love lilacs, but I don't have any on the place. I think I need to change that!

colleen

The photos are so realistic I can almost smell them from here. I'm hoping to see lilacs this year -- ours were hurt with last year's late frost too and the year before that they were too young. You are ahead of us. I'd be very sad that the forsythia are on their way out, except for the fact that the dogwoods are next. After that, azaleas.

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