
by Weichuen You 2005
This is an old post from November, 2005 and I think some friends know that. So they probably know that I am going to tell the same story for the 101st time. Every May, people in Rochester, N.Y. await the coming of spring season eagerly. The one and only sign is the blooming of lilacs! Back at home, I hardly paid attention to the changes of plants because they're there practically all the time. There are different flowers for every season, and sometimes the same flowers blossom more than once within a year. It sounds crazy, but when people are always accompanied by so much "vitality" of nature, we tend to take everything for granted.
That April it still snowed. I was almost at the end of my patience, also at the bottom of my mood. The temperature rose in May, though it resembled more the winter in Taiwan. Bored and disappointed, I decided to give the lilac show a try.
It was a chilly day. The sky was sort of gray and rain was expected at any moment. But I DIDN'T EXPECT THE LILACS TO BE SO GLAMOUROUS! Since when did blooming flowers become so gorgeous? Especially when there was a vast sea of them..."So why did I feel so low?" I asked myself. I couldn't think of a good reason...
I'd seen mountains of azaleas and cherry flowers thousands of times in my life, but it was the lilacs that taught me to appreciate the glamour of silent things.