A favorite fragrance of my Grandmother, these lilies of the valley make for a poignantly-perfumed bouquet. Even its small size and stature emits a potent scent that carries on the slightest breeze, or fills a small room of the house. It’s a tenacious ground-cover, colonizing and expanding, particularly if it finds fertile and hospitable soil, such as often occupies a garden. For that reason, I try to keep it on the outskirts of our backyard, as I do with mint.
These sweetly-scented sprawlers will take over their allotted space, and then reach for more. I admire such strength, as much as I appreciate the fragrance they produce at this tender time of the year. To make an impact, they must be used en masse.
In a little vase, and viewed up close, they become the central figures of today’s story – a story rooted in the scent of memory.
