There's A Reason I've Become So Obssessed With Lilac

Most of the lilac trees in our neighbourhood sport huge, heavy and blowsy blooms that look as ponderous as bunches of sun-ripened grapes (or even breasts!).

This morning I noticed a rather stunted speciment, displaying a profusion of small and dainty flowers, in a much more discreet and ladylike manner of which I utterly approve. I'm trying to decide whether it's a specially bred and rare variety, or simply a deformed tree whose mummy didn't feed it properly when it was a baby. Or perhaps, like my own daughter, the baby simply refused to eat the good square meals provided by its mother!