Lilly's of the Valley remind me of Mom.Where I grew up, Mom had two gardens in the back yard that were walled off to level them from the surrounding land which sloped towards the hill out back. Along one end of these garden walls were some large reddish blocks that formed steps that followed the slope and led to our playhouse and the honeysuckle and the lilac bush. Growing amoung these steps were lilly's of the valley.
I remember smelling the lillys on a particular cool spring morning as I killed time waiting for Mom to bring me to afternoon kindergarten class.
I would pick lillys, along with violets that I found in the lawn, and give them to Mom. She would put them in a small drinking glass on the kitchen table.
It made me feel proud.
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