Lilacs

A thunderstorm came through last night while I was on duty at the library.  It was forecast as a line of storms that would pass through quickly w/ rain, high winds, possible hail, and could spawn tornados.  Five patrons decided to wait the storm out at the library.  We watched the storm rage outside and the power flickered a couple of times and then it was past.   Once home I saw two of the metal rabbit statues atop the sewer system were knocked over, a little less than an inch of water was in the rain gauge, and that Whip was absolutely ecstatic to see me but no other effects from the storm.  Until this morning when panicles of lilacs began to open.  Lilacs originated in Eastern Europe/Asia and came to America along w/ European settlers.  I know when I see a stand of lilacs along the roadway around here that they mark a homestead - even if the buildings are gone.  The lilacs in the northeast corner of my field remind me there was once a home in that area.  My grandmother knew the people who lived there.  They were gone by my mother's time but she said once she had found the top of the home's well.  Uncle Walt even sent me a crude map he made of how to find the well.  I remember it was five fenceposts up along the road and some number of steps into the field.  I still have his drawing however not the fenceposts.   I'm not planning on looking for a wellhead.  The place has been plowed over countless times since then and making holes in a hayfield is not a bright idea. The stand of lilacs is much more a pleasant reminder of that past anyway.