Last May in the chaos of moving into our house, I completely missed the tiny lily of the valley growing under our (enormous) pine tree. They are sort of hidden, but this year I could smell them before I could even see them.
My Big Grandma (a.k.a. great-grandma) was the only person I've known who had them growing in a garden, and as a little girl they were my absolute favorite. I picked one stem as we walked to church this past weekend and, giddy with excitement, kept making Husband smell the delicious scent.
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