There they were. As a child, I first discovered them while skipping along my maternal grandmother’s winding, weathered sidewalk path. It led to beautiful backyard gardens of assorted tulip beds and pastel peonies planted along an aging wrought iron fence. They were nearly growing wild in patches abutting cool cement basement blocks under Grandma’s kitchen window. I kneeled too low for her to see or catch me there…I’d snip off a stem or two, until before I knew, I had almost more than I could hide or carry!
Sneaking off behind the back of my Grandpa’s shingled garage, I’d sit in the sun. Crossing gangly legs on moist grass of green, newborn spring rosied my face. Then, between youthful growing forefingers, I’d gingerly roll textured leaves, gently touching the tiniest white bells I’d ever seen. Did they ring? Lifting them closely to my ear, I swore ‘twinkling’ sounds could nearly be heard. Ahh, my imagination. An aroma wafted just below my nose, smelling sweeter than any colored rose! The scent reminded me of Grandma’s perfume upon kissing the folds of her neck or the plump of her soft powered cheek.
As I grew up and older into a teen, “Lilly of the Valley” was always my favorite flower together with my favorite scent. Memories from childhood carried on, I think. When the time came for me to marry, I so wanted this blossom to be part of my wedding bouquet. Over thirty years ago this month, when the florist told me and my then, “finance” that a single stem would cost $15.00, I opted to carry silk instead. I still had the beauty while the fragrance floated throughout my vast imagination…..
Guess what? I truly did hear the twinkling of my favorite ‘Lilly’ bells ringing during that glorious sun filled afternoon!
May Memories to last a Lifetime.
*one of my favorite posts of May