The fun of Photoshop
The first of June was lilac time. Around the houses, in farmyards, above deserted cellars in overgrown fields, the perennial bushes bloomed, sending forth perfume on the crisp spring wind. Lilac smell; once known, not forgotten; so that people far from home, scattered in cities and towns across the nation, would see the first lilacs in a florist’s window, and stand gazing, remembering with a sting of homesick tears the soft, Oriental sweetness.
—from Ruth Moore’s Maine novel The Walk Down Main Street
