…One May day as I climb the hill, I catch sight of an explosion of purple. As I walk up the marsh that flows from the spring, I see for the first time that the spring emerges from the base of a huge lilac bush that has burst into bloom. She planted it there, at the watery cleft that is the centre and source of her homestead. I bury my face in them like a lover. I gather lilacs and take them home to a glass by my bedside, where they scent my dreams all night.