Lilacs are the coffeehouses of flowers. I stand beneath the branches and breathe deeply, practically tasting the scent, memorizing it since I won't experience for another year. Perfumes and colognes cannot recapture this fragrance. It's not only the scent that makes them a coffee house, but that the lilac becomes a gathering place, where butterflies come to eat and dragonflies come to meet. From the camouflage of its branches, I hide with my camera. I witnessed a butterfly...
a dragonfly...
and the elusive hummingbird.
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