April is the cruelest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
This gorgeous vintage looking lace is actually a new piece made by my old-fashioned (in the best sense of the term), beautiful, and talented daughter-in-law Shanti. She lives with my son the beekeeper and their sweet daughter in Washington State. Happy Birthday Shanti!
It's always such a nice surprise to find the Lilacs blooming again. We just take them for granted and they are so short lived. It's a great gift for a gardener without thumbs of ANY color.
Cruel, maybe, but isn't she a beauty . . . . Thanks for stopping by!
