Every year this lilac bush blooms and I go through the same routine. I run over and sniff the lovely blossoms, sneeze, and then call my mom to tell her that the plant is still alive.
When I moved into this house, she brought me a plastic tub, filled with sticks in clumps of dirt, and assured me that if I planted them right here and watered them on occasion, they would grow into the same beautiful lilacs that line one side of her yard.
I doubted that, since I had no experience with gardening. But they’re resilient plants.