The smell of lilacs always reminds me of the house I grew up in. More specifically, it reminds me of the lilac bush that grew outside of the house I grew up in. From there, I make my way inside.
I remember the flowers being a little purple, almost pink but vibrant. I think it marked the border of the front yard with the neighbours. I think a walkway marked the border on the other side of the yard. The walkway wrapped around and in behind the lilac bush.
That house was the most colourful one we ever lived in. Our family didn’t move around a lot but the other houses had a smaller colour palette. They were much more muted. It was the only house with a lilac bush in the yard.
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