May brings masses of lilies of the valley along the back of my little yard. How can you not love such simple blossoms? Even when dressed up in a bubbly goblet, they are the definition of innocence.
Their fresh-smelling scent recalls the drugstore perfume, "Muguet des Bois," that was our summertime spritz back when we wished we all could be California girls. Maybe those memories are why I don't mind the chore of weeding out stray lilies from the lawn years later.