All about lilacs

I know I said I wouldn’t go to the woods again.

After finding the dead fox, and discovering that the fences will be repaired to keep curious souls out, I convinced myself that the last time I went there would be the last time.

But: lilacs.

There’s one lone lilac tree in there which can be seen from the lane. It’s up a steep bank, and it sprawls unchecked, growing ever outwards and intertwining with the brambles and nettles beneath. The perfume hits you before the clusters of flowers come into view; you round the bend in the road and there it is.