No More Lilacs . . . or Bluebells . . . or Snowdrops

No More Lilacs … or Bluebells … or Snowdrops AOC Green Beings

Spring lilacs are a certainty in my life. I fill my little Carversville house with lilacs. Losing lilacs is like losing my grandmother all over again. It’s the way I honor her and her own struggles, as well as her devotion to me.

My grandmother’s death was natural and part of the cycle of life. Losing our flowers doesn’t have to be.