Signs of Spring, yes?
In the photo below, of the Lily of the Valley, I am flown back to childhood. At the First House Mum had lilies of the valley planted along one side. It seemed a large patch then, in the way of childhood. I’d pick them and bring them in the house to my mum. And I’d always find her in the kitchen where she would be making something. I’d take my time getting the delicate flowers into the house, walking the long way around to the back door. I wanted to smell the scent of the flowers, so fragile and sweet, as long as I could. They never smelled quite so lovely once they went into a vase.