Oh, when lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd.... My friend Matt, the grandson of architect/icon Richard Neutra, is allergic to lilacs. Imagine! And so how can I not think of him every year at this time? Because lilacs (especially this dwarf variety -- twice the blooms, half the gangly height) are so beautiful, so fragrant and reliable. I walk out my kitchen door and -- pow! -- this. I no longer have to sneak around after dark, as in my New Jersey childhood, clippers in hand, thieving.