Every Spring as I traveled to and from work I would eye this gorgeous Lilac bush on the side of the road on the outskirts of my small town. I would tell Roger Darling that I was going to go out in the middle of the night and dig some of the chutes up and plant them in our backyard. He told me in no uncertain terms was I to do it. The bush was on city or county property and I could get caught stealing. Then I’d get hauled away by the police for stealing Lilacs when I could have just as well gone to Lowes, Kmart, Walmart, Meijer or a host of other places and just bought a bush or two. The kids were little so I did heed his words for a few years. I only stopped to pick from the lovely thing when the Lilacs were in full bloom. I would come home with hundreds (I’m not kidding!) of flowers, and fill every vase that I owned with them. I’d place them all over the house and for days our house would smell like Springtime. I would just stick my whole face into the blooms and take in the scent. I swear their aroma can almost make me drunk.
Fast forward a few years, it’s Spring again, the kids are older and Roger is heading out to work the midnight shift at Ford Motor Company. I’d just picked a ton of Lilacs from that same bush on the outskirts of town on my way home from work. I got it in my head that after Rog left for work I was taking my shovel and flashlight and heading out to do a little “gardening”. Once Roger was out the door, I told the kids what I was up to. I loaded up the car with my supplies AND my cell phone just in case. I parked on the side of the road, waded through the weeds and made my way underneath the gigantic Lilac bush.
As I was digging up some chutes, cars kept driving by. I was underneath and behind the bush so I couldn’t be seen but I had a flashlight on so I had to keep turning the damn thing off and stand there and wait for the cars to go past. I’m afraid of the dark, so standing there in the dark and stealing Lilacs in the middle of the night was really screwing with my anxiety disorder. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and I was almost hyperventilating. I was able to dig up about six really good sized chutes with good roots on them. When the coast was clear I wandered out from underneath the bush with my liberated bounty. I threw them in the back of my car and I headed home.
As I drove home I started to calm down a bit, and a smile crept across my face. I couldn’t wait to get the bushes planted and have Roger see them when he got home from work in the morning. The kids greeted me at the door and of course they told me I was crazy. Which was fine with me. I was, but I had Lilacs to plant, so I headed out to the backyard with my crazy, yappy Schnauzers in tow. I dug a hole, planted my “new” plants and watered them.
Rog and I didn’t talk about the new addition to our yard until he got up the following afternoon. He said, “Honey, you’re crazy you know that don’t you?” I said with a sly smile, “Of course I am, but I have new Lilac bushes so I’m happy.” He just sat back, smiled and shook his head like he always does with me. Ten years later the Lilac bush is still thriving in our yard. It’s huge now. And I know I will be taking it with us wherever we move to. Oh and as for Roger Darling, let’s just say he LOVES to tell everyone the story about how his crazy wife came about getting the lovely flowers growing in our yard…..