Our wet and stormy summer continues, as evidenced by these pictures of the first privet bloom of the season, defying the rain and wind and thunder and throwing out these creamy blossoms. The fragrance, alas, was lost to the water, and I could only barely detect it when I leaned in close and took a deep inhalation.
Signifier of high summer, riding sweetly on the slightest breeze, privet was ubiquitously used for hedging throughout New England, and I have a soft spot in my heart for the happy memories of vacations and lazy summer days, full of heat and sun and carefree bike rides. Summer is kindled differently for everyone, and mine has always come with the perfume of privet.
