My favorite wild flower Lilacs

I was born and raised in Michigan the Winter Wonderland. I loved to play in the woods surrounding my home. Of all the four seasons, I loved the most spring was my favorite. My mother would say to my siblings and I, that as soon as the dandelions came up we could all go barefoot. It was officially spring for us. When the last of the snow was in small little clumps on the ground. I would wait until it melted and disappeared. Patient! I was not, sometimes I would take a shovel and break the snow up, just so it would disappear faster and it worked. Then the dandelions would poke through the ground and I was thrilled to run through them, or stop and pick one and hold it under my sisters chin. Mom would say, if you see yellow under your chin it means you liked butter. Oh, how I loved to run barefoot. My favorite wild flower of spring is the Lilacs. Almost every home would have a bush of Lilacs along side. Sometimes there would be two bushes of Lilacs on either sides of the house. I would pick some and bring them home to my mother and she would immediately put them in a vase of water. The fragrance would fill the house and I could enjoy them even more.

This year I had a beautiful bush of Lilacs in my yard. I moved to the beautiful State of Washington in 2001 and discovered that Washington was so much like my Michigan. The seasons are easier to take. The winter months are not as long as Michigan's and I don't have to wait for the snow to melt. It doesn't stay on the ground very long. Oh! Joy. When the dandelions come up in the spring I pick them and check under my chin to see if I like butter. I am a kid at heart. I picked my Lilacs in my yard and put them in a pretty little vase and took some pictures too. I can smell them as their fragrance fills my home.

Lilacs are my favorite wild flower

I love to smell their fragrance hour after hour

Pretty like a babies girls bonnet,

Soft and delicate to gaze upon it

Lilacs can be white, light purple or dark

Each delicate petal is God's work of art

My favorite color is the light purple I grew up with

In Michigan or in Washington this is no myth

They only bloom in April and last a little while

I wished they would stay longer for they always make me smile

If I could keep them longer I would press them in a book

But now, they will live forever in the picture that I took