We bought this house in the summer of 1985. The following spring (20 years ago, if that is significant)), my husband's parents showed up with two lilac plants that were offspring of ones in their yard, which in turn were offspring of ones in the home they had purchased after their marriage in 1947, and where my husband had spent most of his childhood. One was purple, one was white.
There was just one problem with this lovely gesture: My husband is very allergic to lilac blossoms.
So, that was twenty years ago. The plants grew, despite my husband's repeated efforts to "accidentally" mow them over. Eventually, one of them did succumb to something. I couldn't have told you if it were the purple one or the white, though because neither of them had ever bloomed.
Jim, my father-in-law and a professor of agricultural economics, died very unexpectedly of a heart attack in March of 2003. There was a funeral mass, but because the ground was frozen, burial was delayed until May.
Every year at about this time, I would go out to touch the remaining lilac and see if it had flower buds. There never were any. But a few days before the burial, I noticed buds for the first time. I felt a jolt of joy and ran back into the house and insisted that my husband and daughter come out to look. "It's Jim!" I said. "He wants us to know he's all right!" While my husband didn't really react in my presence
to this event, my daughter later told me he had been surprised and moved by it., and had referred to it several times since then.
There weren't a lot of flowers, but when they did open up, they were white. I took one and added it to the others that people placed on the coffin before it went into the ground.
In 2004 and 2005, the lilac was barren again.
This morning, I noticed its highest branches are full
of flower buds. When my husband came out of his shower, I annonced, "Guess what I discovered? The lilac's going to bloom again!"
"Oh, great," he said grumpily.
I felt a little hurt, but tried not to show it. "I prefer to think of it as a sign."
i could tell he was backpeddling from this gaff as fast as he could. "Well, I guess. But they'll still a headache." (Later, lest you think him a complete clod, he asked at lunch where I wanted to go to dinner Monday night. "What's special about Monday night?" asked the samurai. "It's our wedding anniversary," he replied.)
I was curious about the meaning of lilacs, in terms of mystical properties., so I just did a quick Google search One site mentioned they were often planted around New England houses for protection from evil spirtis. Another site rather ominously said one should never give lilacs to sick people for some reason I can't recall. Another said simply,
Lilac: Exorcism, Protection
Do you know of any other meanings? (Especially fastrr_pussycat
? You seemed to have some good sources about lilies of the valley, etc. the other day.) For the longest time, I thought the reason it didn't bloom was because it wasn't getting enough light, but nothing in the environment has changed.