It feels every bit as ridiculous and wanton as you might imagine – lying on ground, shifting my head against a drapery of creamy purple bells, raising the view finder to see if my crown of lilacs has appeared. But the stakes are high. Either I infuse my lungs and mind with essence of lilac when I can, or lose my chance. So, I do what the lilacs tell me, and let them have their fragrant say. I may look a little silly wearing a crown of lilacs, but maybe that was the lilac’s delight: to bring me down to earth, tickle my scalp with petals, and fill my eyes with magical, real life play.