With every leaf a miracle . . . and from this bush in the door-yard,
With delicate-colour’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green
A sprig with its flower, I break. . . . Walt Whitman, “When Lilac Last in the Door-Yard Bloom’d”
There’s really nothing I can say about lilacs that hasn’t already been said. I can repeat such adjectives as dazzling, stunning, delicate, magnificent, divine, lovely, exquisite, and gorgeous. I can talk about the scent of the lilacs – their bouquet, their essense, and their fragrance. But it’s only when you walk the streets of Mackinac Island, surrounded by the beauty and the perfume of hundreds and hundreds of decades-old lilac bushes in full bloom, that you grasp those descriptions as something more than abstract. When you are here, the lilacs seep into your pores and delight your eyes to the point that you walk around with your mouth formed into a permanent “oh my goodness” expression. You inhale and are almost intoxicated with the sweetness of the air.
There is really no need for captions on these photos – and the only reason I add them is to give you the location. Quite simply, these are – the lilacs of Mackinac Island.
It’s been another beautiful island day. We attended church this morning, and Rev. Carroll delivered a wonderful Memorial Day service. The church was packed, and many veterans were in attendance – both local and island visitors. A memorial wreath was placed in the church in honor of those who died in battle or in service to this country.
This afternoon, on the 5 o’clock ferry, the Forrester family from Atlanta arrived – road weary but very happy to be here. Mike is another Mackinac Island blogger, and he and wife Jeanine and daughter Siena will be here for the whole month of June. We are excited these friends will be on the island – right downtown where we can pop in occasionally!
Welcome to the island Mike, Jeanine, and Siena!
See you back here tomorrow with the island Memorial Day celebrations!