Tis that time...

WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d,
And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring;
Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.

[And I am not a fan of Lincoln, to say the least, but Whitman's words ALWAYS come to mind when the lilacs are in full bloom...]