There are so many wonderful things I love about Missoula:
Our muffled winter fogs; the way the snow can fill our valley like a bowl of heavy cream; quiet streets shaded in the summer with maple leaves the size of dinner plates; and the incredible greens and blues shimmering in waves up the hills around us.
But what I love most are these days in May, when the lilacs are in bloom. There must be almost a hundred lilac bushes in every square mile inside Missoula - at least one or two bushes on every block. Colours in the palest of lavenders, whites, violet, and deep purple…spilling over fences, gathered in groves, and hedging entire property lines .
Missoula's lilacs intoxicate. Their fragrance drifts in the air. It permeates – saturates our clothing, our hair. It fills our lungs, and tickles our minds. It teases, arouses, and renders everyone in love. People on the street will stop in their tracks for no reason, but to inhale.
