When I was a child we had a border of massive, unpruned lilacs. That was my special place to read and play and daydream. The smell was lovely--sweet and fresh. Last spring I went to see the lilacs at Boston's Arnold Arboretum--there are hundreds of them in shades of white, pink, blue and purple and I got that deja vu smell thing and was happy and sad at the same time. I like to think about lilacs now when I have three feet of snow in my yard. Did you have a favorite place in nature when you were a child?