My dear sister R. sent me this sweet photo on my birthday. Lily of the Valley is the flower for May. These are growing in her garden back in Virginia. She gathered them from our family home after Dad died and the house was being sold. I will think of them along with the wild violets I gathered from our front yard years ago at the time of our mother's funeral. I still have them, encased in waxed paper and pressed between the pages of a treasured hardback book. Clearly, we are both flower sentimentalists.