since adopting the garden last summer, there have been continuous surprises. white lilac?! i wouldn't have guessed it, but then I smelled them. like James Taylor once wafted from moms room on sticky summer city air, so did the smell of lilac dad bought her from the corner deli. both dominate my sense-memory, and now i have discovered my own versions. my JT greatest hits spin off vinyl out north 9th windows and white lilac grows out my back door.