Today at RDP, drkottaway asks us to share a
story, poem, photo, painting, essay, etc.,
centered on the word ‘valley’. Here’s my take.
When I was a very young child, I loved the delicate beauty of the Lily of the Valley; the low-growing plants with their tiny bell flowers were just right for my height. I pulled out one small plant and brought it back to my mother. She put it in an old jelly jar and placed it in the center of our table. It looked beautiful but achingly fragile and out of place. I never picked another Lily of the Valley, preferring to see them together in my garden. I still love them. They are the essence of innocence and perfection. Have a happy day, my friends!
Tiny bells of white,
Hanging low and shy,
Lily of the valley,
A sweet perfume drifts by.
Green leaves cradle them,
Protecting from the sun,
A little hidden garden,
Where spring has just begun.
So small and delicate,
A quiet, gentle grace,
A woodland fairy’s treasure,
In a secret, leafy place.
NAR©2025
This is “Lily” by Joe P
All text and graphics are copyright for Nancy Richy and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
The Elephant's Trunk 
A wonderful poem, Nancy 👏👏
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Thank you, KK. So Pleased you enjoyed it.
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Such a lovely, poignant story and poem. ✨❤️✨
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Thank you, Lisa. I still delight in this precious little flower.
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My mother’s favorite flower. I think about the last bouquet I picked for her, in May, just before she died. I’m sure she could smell their familiar fragrance, at least I hope so. I need to go get a tissue now.
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Lovely, D. And I’m sure she recognized the fragrance. ♡
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Oh, I immediately thought of my previous little doggie, “Lily” …
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Do you have any photos of Lily? I’d love to see her. 🐶
Interesting Bowie version of a great song. Thanks, dear Ivor. 🥰
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Yes, I liked David Bowie’s version … and here is a pic’ of little Lily, she was Carole’s little lap dog … 🐶💕
https://1drv.ms/i/c/b90ef41987b7a6cb/Ecumt4cZ9A4ggLkbiAEAAAABrJtqK97DYz16KlKwHX43Rg?e=OGZNWk
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Oh, she is as cute as can be! Thanks for sharing, dear Ivor! 🥰🐶
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She was only 3 Kg, but had a big, beautiful heart … 🐶💕
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“just right for my height” That is such a sweet visual and poem. 🌼🎶
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They were and they fascinated me! Thanks so much, Michele. ☺️
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So beautiful and poignant
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Thank you, cara mia.
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You’re welcome
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I love thos flowers, though they populate gardens like rud we weeds. As a kid, it was a treat to drop their stems in different colored water and watch pure white become striped, as they drank.
🤍💜🤍
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The changing color fact is something I never knew. I don’t care abut them popping up here and there; I love their fragrance and their delicate look.
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(Try the stripe trick with the grandkids!)
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