Today I feel even better about the name we chose for our Shenandoah Valley flower farm — Lilac Hill. I decided to reverse my daily walk around the yard with the border collie, and my “backwards” path allowed me to see something special: A lone bunch of blossoms on one of the lilac bushes that decided to bloom.
The flowers are on a diseased branch of old growth, so perhaps this is their last “hello” before the branch withers away this winter. This little patch of lavender stands out against the yellow Autumn leaves of the sumac in the background. There’s almost no scent, but the color is welcome.
Thank you, Lilac Hill, for helping me celebrate Autumn. We’ve been together almost a year, and I love your constant surprises.*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**