Step into our yard of a May evening and take a deep breath - the air is heady and sweet with lily-of-the-valley. All on the north side of the house they grow, in great green swathes of sword-shaped leaves dotted with sprigs of white.
Can there be anything more charming than these miniature waxen bells with their up-turned edges and their tiny, delicate stems?
They bloom so lavishly, and last so well, I indulge myself with a handful to take inside.
I put them in the smallest container I own - a vintage medicine bottle about 3" tall - and set them on the dining table.
Tiny though they are, they fill the room with their ineffable sweetness and tang.
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