My grandmother, LaVaun, had the most beautiful lilac bush in her yard when we were growing up. I remember many spring days heading for Morrill when I was a little gal, visiting Grandma, walking through her garden, and coming home with a huge vase of the gorgeous pungent purple flowers. The smell of lilacs always brings back memories of Grandma Saylor....so last summer Ryan planted me my own lilac bush in her memory. This afternoon, I found our first blooms!
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