Every year we make a special point of visiting the wild lupine garden down on the lakefront in early June. It's a magical place. It's hard to get to, even though it's on the lakefront. It's flanked by walls of nasty prickly wild rose bushes. When the lupines are in bloom, the water is so high that access along the lakeshore is cut off by high water. Few people find it accidentally.
Last year I wrote:
"I forget how we found it the first year, but we've gone back every year since. For a few years the full flush of the lupine garden coincided with our end-of-year Suzuki recital, and I will forever associate the smell of armloads of lupines in giant vases with my kids' violin performances -- especially "Humoresque" which was performed by my three older children at three of those lupine-infused recitals."
It'll be four for four. Next weekend Fiona will be performing "Humoresque" accompanied, no doubt, by the scent of lupines.