1.May.2008 at 1 | lorene
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d
It’s my favorite part of spring - when the lilacs start blooming. Nothing else smells so good.
I’m not a big Walt Whitman fan (I loathe most of Leaves of Grass) but lilacs blooming makes me think of the poem. Incidentally I just looked up the definition of a dooryard.
door·yard
Pronunciation:\-ˌyärd\
Function:noun
Date:circa 1764
: a yard next to the [...]
