Innocent, that kiss
beneath lilacs in springtime.
You sneezed: hay fever!
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Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Beautiful picture..love these pretty flowers
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They are lovely, and I can see them from out of my office window.
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Many sneezes and watery eyes too. Accurate words.
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My mother is so allergic to lilac, that she had to have all eight lilac trees cut down outside her kitchen window. So sad to see them go, but health has to come first.
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What wonderful heads of Lilac . Love your poem too. 🙂
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And growing behind that lilac in my garden, is my next-door neighbour’s lilac with dark-purple flowers 🙂
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I’ve only a mild allergy to Lilac, but the fragrance is intoxicating, so like any good addict, I put up with the adverse side effects… Thanks for my morning smile.
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It wasn’t me with the hay fever, but the t’other part of the equation! I’m the person who likes visiting gardens in bloom in mid-summer and sticking my nose in every flower (except the ones containing bees!). I especially love the smell of old-fashioned roses. So intoxicating.
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I can smell them!! Beautiful!!
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I’ve noticed that lilacs give off their greatest perfume after rainfall or just before a thunderstorm: such a lovely smell.
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