Lily-of-the-Valley was my grandmother’s favorite flower. When we moved into this house, I was thrilled to find a thriving plantation of it around the base of the old lilac tree. (It’s a President Grevy, I’m pretty sure—double blossoms in an incredible blue-tinged dusty lavender, almost periwinkle—and probably over a hundred years old) because of the nostalgia value. They grew all around the slab foundation of my grandparents’ house, and I used to pick them for her when I was little.
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