Once again, back to my childhood. Lilies of the Valley and Lilacs. The former were provided by the man who lived next door to my childhood house, the latter grew in my mother's garden. Memories of my mother making me lilac neckalces and bracelets each Spring are among the recollections of mother's garden activities that I cherish. Each year my wonderful garden produces armloads of Lilies of the Valley. I'm slowly adding Lilacs around my property, each designed to bloom at a different time in the season.
About 5 years ago I planted about 20 Lily pips in a dark shady area; I'm now rewarded with so many Lily of the Valley blooms that I can harvest only a fraction of them. Some are pink, but most are white. We built our house 13 years ago, and one of the first plantings was a lilac bush. It seemed to thrive, but did not bloom for many years. The first blooms were the year that we moved it to accomodate the garden wall. The next year, and each year thereafter, we've been greeted with hundreds of mid-season lilac blooms that are now outside the kitchen window, alongside the deck with an outdoor table. Pure heaven!
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