Aren't these lilies of the valley lovely? Very delicate. One morning they showed up in a neighbor's yard where a tree had been cut down. In just a few days they were gone. They bring back wonderful memories of my childhood in spring. I picked lilies of the valley from our yard and put them on a May altar made of an orange crate and a statue of Mary.
In our yard there was a forsythia and what we called "fire bush." Then lilacs and irises (we called them flags.") We had daffodils and tulips. And we had a grove of apple trees that blossomed later.
What I notice now, but didn't notice then, is that these spring flowers pass quickly. It is our spring memories that last.
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