Today you can walk out the kitchen door to the soft, sweet scent of lily of the valley, a nostalgic scent for me as my grandmother used to wear it. So all morning that old song has been running through my head; you remember the one some of us leaned around campfires, White coral bells upon a slender stalk, Lillies of the valley deck my garden walk, Oh, dont you wish, That you could hear them ring, That will happen only when the fairies sing. A magical morning.
Posted on: Sat, 24 May 2014 15:10:39 +0000
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