Lily-of-the-Valley

Such exquisite little flowers with the most heady scent...they take my breath away every year.

My mother used to sing this to me when I was tiny:

White Coral Bells

Upon a slender stalk

Lilies of the valley deck my garden walk

Oh, don't you wish that you might hear them ring?

That will happen only when the fairies sing.

Splash

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Thoughts imagined, highlighted appropriately in a fancy font. A corner secretly nibbled from a celebratory cake before the candles are even extinguished. Love slips silently between shade and light like the glint of a tail fin seen unexpectedly in a tranquil pool. Pebbles skim the surface and we're all just a hopscotch step away from the daisy filled meadows of the Summerland.