12/06/2025
Every spring, when the lilacs are in full bloom, we pack up the wagon with our picnic basket, a cozy blanket, my trusty snips, and head to “lilac park” for what has become one of our favorite family traditions: the lilac picnic. 💜
It started when my oldest daughter was just 2 years old. I packed us a simple lunch, her ribbon hand-kites, and the two of us headed to the park so she could run wild among the fragrant bushes. The simple joy of that day planted the seed for something we’ve returned to every year since.
Now, it’s a tradition we all look forward to—the novelty of a picnic in the shade, the girls bouncing from one bush to the next to inhale the scent, the gentle buzz of the bees (or the annoyance of the mosquitos!), and the feeling that for just one evening, time slows down.
Lilac season is so brief, just a few magical weeks—and maybe that’s why our lilac picnic feels so sacred. A reminder that childhood, too, is fleeting. So we frolic, we breathe it in, we snip a few stems to bring home, and we hold onto all of it for just a little longer.
•
•
