My first love? Nature. I couldn’t live without my daily immersion, walking in the woods, visiting our waterfall or sitting by the river watching the birds going about their business. It is where I connect to the “peace which passes all understanding.” ~ Eliza Waters
Ages ago, when I was in my late teens, I walked down a sidewalk along a tall wooden fence. I smelled the most heavenly scent and had to know what produced it. I boosted myself up to peer over the top and spread below me was a huge carpet of lily of the valley (Convallaria majalis). I pledged then and there that some day I would have the same.
Today, I have several of my own carpets of lily of the valley, which continue to increase annually. I let it run wild, delighted with its sweet scent for the short time it is in bloom. I fill vases and tuck them all over the house. I fall asleep in a cloud of its deliciousness.
The small creamer pitcher is English Royal Crown Derby, an heirloom once belonging to my mother-in-law.
Thanks to Cathy at Rambling In the Garden, who hosts a weekly meme…
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