For days now I've been eyeing the lily of the valley.
This is the first year they've bloomed.
Always before the slugs got them or some mystery prevented them from bloom.
But today we have a nice little patch, hiding along the back fence.
Just like I always dreamed they'd be.
There's something beautiful about a dream come true, something absolutely spectacular.
Even when it's just a tiny spring flower and I alone with my camera in the rain.
I firmly believe we're surrounded by miracles, and we ought to reserve a little time in even the busiest days for observing them.
I am refreshed and so much richer for having seen lilies of the valley spangled with raindrops right in my own garden.
