Lately...wherever I go, Lilies of the Valley are everywhere around me...They have a sweet and heady scent and every time I pass them, I take the time to bury my face in the bloom...Then I close my eyes, breath deeply and imagine the fragrance passing all through my body.
A smile on my face, sweet memories in my mind...
Do you remember the scene from Harold and Maude:
Maude - I like to watch things grow.
They grow, and bloom, and fade, and die, and change into something else!
I would like to change into a sunflower most of all;
they're so tall and simple.
What flower would you like to be?
Harold - I don't know...
I know! I would like to change into a lily of the valley, or "Mary's tears", or "lass's tears" most of all; they are so simple and fragile, so delicate, pure and beautiful. Somehow this plant has always touched a nostalgic chord with me, kindling a sentimental longing for the romantic past...when life was simple, humble, and poetic. If it happens that I lose my smile in a chilly spring morning, in some mysterious and fairy way, this charming bell- like flower has always kept it for me. After all, isn't it the flower of fairies which tiny bells are used as cups from which the magical nectar is drunk?! And doesn't the lily of the valley signify the Return of Happiness in the Victorian language of flowers?!
Dear friends, I hope you find lilies of the valley blooming in your garden, or in your neighbor's garden, or in the nearby park and you would stop to smell the enchanting scent ...
forit might hold your smile.