Up high in a tree, we spotted a pair of Baltimore orioles building their basket nest. Now when do you ever see something like that? We watched for quite awhile as they flew up with tiny twigs and bits of dry grass and worked them around in their wonderful basket.
The goal of our walk was the lilacs. As we walked, we passed an old water-filled quarry where Canada geese and cormorants were doing their thing. A kingfisher flew overhead. Then we started spotting lilacs--purple, white, dark purple, and then we came to the spot.
Sometime in the past, someone dug a small quarry opposite the big one we were passing. And then they planted lilacs all around it. They're tall, old bushes, filled with blooms. The air was thick with the scent. They lean over the quarry and you find yourself in this amazing cloud of purple and white.
What amazes me is that no one seems to know about this spot. It's absolutely glorious for just a week or two and then it becomes quite unnoticeable. It reverts to plain green.