As a child, growing up in rural Indiana, I was fascinated by the little flowers, “lily of the valley.”
These delicate white flowers, liked the shade, and grew behind the bushes that lined our front porch. In order to reach these small flowers, I would have to squeeze behind thick bushes to bend down and smell their heavenly fragrance.
My mother, always the teacher, would tell me the lily of the valley was like our Blessed Mother. Their soft white color, represented Her purity. Their heads were “bowed” in humility. If one did not search, they could be hard to find, for they were not bold and splashy, but small and delicate. After many years, I can still smell this sweet flower, and think of Our dear Blessed Mother during this month of May.