The lovely young mother, Imelda, delights her thousand-plus followers with her artful photographs of flowers sometimes found in unexpected places. Often, as with these two Lily of the Valley, Imelda pairs her photos with a sort poem. Bravo, Imelda …
Their scent calls to the eyes
to show them a thousand delights –
Lily of the Valley of the purest white.
Thank you for the honor. 🙂
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Beautiful, Imelda. I have some Lilies of the Valley growing in my backyard, planted twenty-five years ago in a bit of nostalgia by this lifelong Girl Scout. “Oh, don’t you wish that you could hear them ring…that will happy only when the fairies sing.”
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