This is the story of a little flower that made my heart melt.
Wandering in Brooklyn Heights this Sunday may 10th, taking random pictures I smelded a familiar fragrance. Under my nose a field of flowers that we call “Muguet” in french.

And there is a tradition in France on May first, to offer a bouquet of Muguet to your beloved, friends and family. As it was a private garden I just picked one stem to carry home and enjoy its smell till it dries out (thief!). Along the way I was trying to figure out the name of this flower in english, without success.
I hold that stem between my fingers as one would hold a cigarette and forgot about it while taking pictures. Then came the moment when I was flirting with the devil on a mysterious house…

… and I heard a sweet little voice saying
“A Lily of the Valley!”
And there she was, smiling at me, a 5 year old little girl talking about a “Lily of the Valley”. Voiceless, I stared at her and she understood that I had no clue of what she was talking about.
“The flower, it’s a Lily in the Valley” she repeated.
I had nothing better to say than
“Really?” and I was wondering how she could possibly know that, and again she read my thoughts and said
“Yes, and my name is Lily like the flower.”
She smiled at me and ran after her father walking further ahead.
“You have the sweetest name ever!” I shouted, stupidly.
My heart melted and by the time I realized what just happened, she was gone. I didn’t have the time to thank her. I wanted to offer her the stem, but it was too late. I guess she knew how I felt, as she was reading my thoughts during our 2 seconds conversation.
That little girl made my day. – Thank you MY “Lily of Brooklyn”
