Unfurling

At my front door. I remember lots of lily of the valley around the yard in the house where I grew up, and being able to pick handfuls to bring inside. Hoping these few plants continue to be happy in this spot, really right at the front door, and fill in so that there will be enough to gather. They have a faint sweet scent, and are less fragile than they appear.

A photo a day over at Chicken Blog, too.