The Lilacs Will Bloom, Part Deux

Back in February, when the temperatures plunged and spirits dropped with them, a friend of ours (it was Cindy) looked me in the eye and promised that "the lilacs will bloom." I've kept that cheering thought with me all through the remains of this harshest of winters and well into spring - the kind of spring where you are wearing a stocking cap in the middle of May. On the last day of April, when there was fresh snow on the ground "The Lilacs Will Bloom" was the title of my blip.