We are in the midst of Lilac Stealing Month here in Portland. Every year for fifteen years, Sean has shown up in late April and early May with lavender, white and plum bouquets snatched from any large prolific lilac plant drooping over the sidewalk. Blooms in varying stages of decay are now scattered around the house. Someday, I will plant my own lilac bush, I promise. I'll put it right out front and applaud any man who stops to break off a branch or two.