Lily
I have always loved lilies. When I was a child, I would stick my face right in front of the flower to savor its sweet fragrance. I also loved its long, pretty white petals. Everything about it was so beautiful, elegant, and mesmerizing. Later in my twenties, I learned that the water lily is a birth flower of July — July, my birthday month! Some things are like that: there is an instant connection first, then comes the backstory that explains the strong inclination. Today, I bought a bouquet of double lilies to celebrate my writer life. Under the orange lamplight, they held up their faces like a group of confident women. I smiled, anticipating the flowers to fully bloom in the house soon.
