There they were. One lone bucket of them sitting in the back of the stall. There is just something about the ethereal lacy pure simplicity of white lilacs that gets me every time. The vendor was parcelling them out one stem at a time for the arrangements she was so lovingly working on when I walked up. She knew me from over the years of walking by and admiring her flowers. She also knew I would only be wanting the lilacs. She could see the gleam in my eyes when I asked.
She also knew how happy she had made me. I in turn spread that happiness by placing the blooms around the Market shop shortly thereafter. And today you all get to enjoy them. That is the thing about these gems–the joy they spread is quite something.