Amy Lowell’s love song to lilacs appeals to our sentimental side. But who isn’t sentimental about lilacs? Do they not melt our hearts and fill our memories with April’s first bloom and wafting sweet aroma? Don’t they make you think about lemonade and freshly baked cookies on grandma’s porch? For me, lilacs were a constant on my childishly constructed May Altar where my friends and I would light candles and practice devotions.