The lilacs of May are all but gone, just their lingering scent remains and the hint of a good summer read coming on...
Louisa May Alcott's 1878 novel
Under the Lilacs.
Who needs
50 Shades of Gray when you've got all this purple...
"The elm-tree avenue was all overgrown, the great gate was never unlocked, and the old house had been shut up for several years. Yet voices were heard about the place, the lilacs nodded over the high wall as if they said, 'We could tell fine secrets if we chose,' and the mullein outside the gate made haste to reach the keyhole, that it might peep in and see what was going on."
"How long she played Miss Celia never minded ; but, when she stole out to see if Ben had gone, she found
that other friends, even kinder than herself, had taken
the boy into their gentle keeping. The wind had sung
a lullaby among the rustling lilacs, the moon's mild face
looked through the leafy arch to kiss the heavy eyelids,
and faithful Sancho still kept guard beside his little
master, who, with his head pillowed on his arm, lay fast
asleep, dreaming, happily, that 'Daddy had come home again' "


"Presently, Ben brought such lively accounts of the
green nooks where jacks-in-the-pulpit preached their
little sermons ; brooks, beside which grew blue violets
and lovely ferns ; rocks, round which danced the columbines like rosy elves, or the trees where birds built,
squirrels chattered, and woodchucks burrowed, that
Thorny was seized with a desire to go and see these
beauties for himself. So Jack was saddled, and went
plodding, scrambling, and wandering into all manner
of pleasant places, always bringing home a stronger,
browner rider than he carried away.
This delighted Miss Celia ; and she gladly saw them
ramble oif together, leaving her time to stitch happily
at certain dainty bits of sewing, write voluminous letters,
or dream over others quite as long, swinging in the hammock under the lilacs."
"The closed gate where the lonely little wanderer once
lay was always to stand open now, and the path where
children played before was free to all comers, for a hospitable welcome henceforth awaited rich and poor,
young and old, sad and gay, Under the Lilacs."
Excerpts from
Under the Lilacs by Louisa May Alcott