Bride of the Lilacs: Fantasy

All winter, through the frozen hopes and the waiting, she huddled indoors, too delicate to venture out. All her food was delivery, and since she lived in a small town, she was very, very sick of pizza and Chinese food by the time the weather warmed enough for her to go out and seek her husband. She walked the alleys, sniffing the air. When the first scents of spoiled garbage started, she was ecstatic. It was the first sign. Then the lilacs bloomed, and the purple face of her husband turned to her once more.


Inspiration: The picture above. Thinking "bride of the cherry blossoms" - but no, that would be entirely different from the culture, why don't I do it with something local?
Story Potential: Low. So low.
Notes: Blargh.