The elm-tree avenue was all overgrown, the great gate was never unlocked, and the old house had been shut up for several years.
Yet voices were heard about the place, the lilacs nodded over the high wall as if they said, “We could tell fine secrets if we chose,” and the mullein outside the gate made haste to reach the keyhole, that it might peep in and see what was going on. If it had suddenly grown up like a magic bean-stalk, and looked in on a certain June day, it would have seen a droll but pleasant sight, for somebody evidently was going to have a party.
Louisa May Alcott, Under the Lilacs
236 mL hot water
2 Tablespoons Lilac buds (rinsed)
sweetener of choice
If preferred, lightly combining with a second tea or fresh fruit of choice works well too.
