This is my favorite week of the year, and I’m missing it.

Our backyard has this beautiful lilac tree and each year it blooms for just one week. During that week, I spend every free moment sitting under it and smelling to my heart is content. Nothing, I mean nothing, can compare to the smell of real fresh lilac in my book.

This week, my tree burst forth in massive blooms. Only problem is, I have a cold and can’t smell a single bloody thing. And so, every day this week, I’ve watched my lilac blossoms begin to fade knowing that I’ve missed that wonderful smell and will have to wait a whole year for the next run of flowers.

What are the odds that the one week I need my nose, it’s out of commission? It’s a conspiracy I tell you. Grrrr.