Today you can walk out the kitchen door to the soft, sweet scent of lily of the valley, a nostalgic scent for me as my grandmother used to wear it. So all morning that old song has been running through my head; you remember the one some of us leaned around campfires, "
White coral bells upon a slender stalk, Lillies of the valley deck my garden walk, Oh, don't you wish, That you could hear them ring, That will happen only when the fairies sing." A magical morning.
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| the bells of lily of the valley, detail |
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| the stems are so beautiful, detail |
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| lily of the valley |
