Smell memories

I can smell my lillies of the valley, close my eyes and be in my grandmother's garden...just like that......a time traveler.  My garden has many of these lovely ladies....all transplanted from another's garden.  They snuggle up to my irises that grow under the squirrel's tree in the back yard. 

My grandmother's side garden  was full of these flowers and I knew that when they bloomed, her roses were about to bloom also.  What a fragrant yard!