There was a lilac bush on our back porch when we got home from Wisconsin and my Dad's funeral on Sunday night. Tucked under the tub that held the plant was a plastic bag with a sympathy card inside. Our neighbors, Don and Donna Wheeler, must have known how much Ed and I love lilacs because they chose a lilac as a way to honor the memory of my Dad.
So, we took a quick look around the farm and realized that we already have quite a few lilacs, and ones in differing colors, too, planted at the farm. It was a easy decision to haul the plant to the lake house and find it a home on the north shore, near the ginkgo trees and daffodil clumps. Now when you walk beyond the red bench garden, you come to the ginkgoes and the lilac.
That's my compost pile walk, that walk to the north shore. Maybe I will add some clumps of daylilies and tuck in a few hostas this summer. A stroll to the compost pile, a nightly ritual in the summer, will now pass by Dad's lilac, thanks to the Wheelers.
Wanda Hayes Eichler