After a long and arduous flight from Oaxaca, theses lilies of the valley greeted me and their fragrance, such a sweet and powerful perfume, let me know I was home. If you've never smelled them, well, they really are the stuff of the most expensive perfumes... and I have an ocean of them in my New England garden.
The garden has to fend for itself most of the time and the ground covers and hostas do quite well. That's Solomon Seal, a plant from colonial times.
As for the flight, which was delayed a week because of the airport closing, it went reasonably well. However, all the paperwork and online filings I had to print out..... nobody asked for anything except for my covid test in Oaxaca. On the US side of things.... nada. No one checked a thing.
Ah, well... New England in Spring with everything so green and lush after leaving the long Oaxacan dry season, sublime... and a little cool, which feels great.
