There are certain scents and sounds that remind one of childhood. Sometimes, that reminder is overt; other times—it's at a semi-conscious level of a fleeting memory that cannot be fully grasped.
For me, one of those reminders is lilacs.
When I was a little girl, my mother taught at the Moscow State University. Every spring, its rich verdant grounds exploded in color. We often walked through the University's gardens, and I remember lilacs everywhere. In different shades.
Some say that finding a five-petalled lilac flower among its four-petalled siblings is a sign of good fortune: you are supposed to make a wish and....eat the flower to ensure that the wish comes true!
I don't know whether any of my naive childhood wishes panned out, but I do know that every spring I'm tempted to search for a five-petalled lilac and make a wish as an adult.
End of May is the perfect time to shoot gratuitous macro.
I was about to write some pretentious statement about the beauty of nature in the summer as seen through the macro lens, but I might as well tell the truth: if it's purple (lilac, violet--you get the idea), then I'll photograph it! I am allowed to just like a color without rhyme or reason! 😉