
"Lilac, Garbage and Expensive Perfume."
Picture (not mine) of lilacs in Central Park in New York City, which I wrote about in the post.
Blessed Holy Friday, everyone.
"Don't think I write for purgation. I write because I write well.... You have got to learn to paint with words." The Letters of Flannery O'Connor: The Habit of Being
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Oh lilacs! They are my substitute azaleas in this sad land so devoid of the South's majesty. This year I cut tons of lilacs from my giant bush in my front yard and used them all over our bier on Holy Friday. They bloomed just in time. And the nave was deliciously fragant for Vespers and Lamentations!
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