Lily of the Valley: Tiny Flowers in Retrospect

Rosendahl's photo: lily of the valley.
Lily of the valley. Rosendahl’s photo.

Depending on who’s talking and what they’re talking about, lily of the valley is a woodland flower that likes shade, a 19th century hymn, a French novel, or something else.1

I’m not going to be talking about hymns or novels. Not today, anyway.

There’s a whole mess of symbolism hanging around these little white flowers, too. Mostly involving humility, happiness and good stuff like that. Which strikes me as odd, since the wildflowers are distinctly poisonous.2 On the other hand, they do — I gather — smell nice.

I’m not going to talk about that, either. Mostly because the lily of the valley’s sprays of tiny white flowers are, for me, symbolic of a house I grew up in. Along with a rhubarb patch. And clothes lines. Among other things.

Wildflower, Weed: Take Your Pick

Anonymous photo from The Old Car Manual Project: Brochures. 1957 Pontiac Chieftain four-door sedan. See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pontiac_Chieftain
My folks had a car not unlike this one.

The first house I remember living in, 818, had room on its north side for a driveway, with about a foot left over next to the house.

Although my parents weren’t particularly enthusiastic gardeners, that foot-wide patch of dirt sported a lush green cover and lovely little white flowers every year. I liked the green, and I really liked those tiny white bells. I remember asking my folks about them, and learning that they’re ‘weeds’. Or not particularly desirable, at any rate.

Why they were undesirable, that’s something I wasn’t told.

A Weed by Any Other Name Would Still Look Nice

Violmsyan's photo: Lily of the valley in Yerevan, Armenia. (May 10, 2020) from https://gardens.si.edu/gardens/pioneering-plants-at-the-national-museum-of-natural-history/ and see https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lily_of_the_valley_in_Yerevan_01.jpg
Lily of the valley in Yerevan, Armenia. Violmsyan’s photo. (May 10, 2020)

That remained one of many puzzles from my formative years: until I looked up lily of the valley, week before last.

Some tightly-wound resources identified lily of the valley as an invasive species. Which, technically, I suppose it is. Although it’s not even close to being in the kudzu class.3

Convallaria majalis, that’s lily of the valley’s binomial/Linnaean/Latin moniker, is supposed to be in Europe and parts of Asia.

Illustration of Convallaria majalis, from 'Köhler's Medizinal-Pflanzen', Franz Eugen Köhler (1897).
Convallaria majalis, illustration from “Köhler’s Medizinal-Pflanzen”, Franz Eugen Köhler (1897).

Time was when we had, officially, varieties of Convallaria majalis:

  • Convallaria majalis var. majalis
    • European/Asian lily of the valley
  • Convallaria majalis var. keiskei
    • Japanese lily of the valley
  • Convallaria majalis var. montana
    • Appalachian lily of the valley

Now they’re seen as three entirely different species:

  • Convallaria majalis
    • European/Asian lily of the valley
  • Convallaria keiskei
    • Japanese lily of the valley
  • Convallaria pseudomajalis
    • Appalachian lily of the valley

Either way, those tiny white flowers look like lily of the valley to me, so that’s what I’ll call them. And I’ll keep remembering them as a delightful sight on the north side of 818, even though they don’t, officially, belong in central North America.

More Memories, and Making Sense of “Humility”

Fred Barnard's Uriah Heep, from 'David Copperfield. (1870s) see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uriah_Heep_(David_Copperfield)
“… ‘I am well aware that I am the umblest person going,’ said Uriah Heep, modestly….”
(“David Copperfield”, Ch. 16, C. Dickens)

When I started writing this, I couldn’t quite remember what those little white flowers were called.

I asked my wife — always a good idea, whatever the circumstances — she thought a moment, then said “lily of the valley?”

That sounded right, so I did a little looking around online, and eventually I found Rosendahl’s photo. Who Rosendahl is, that I don’t know.

I could go on — and on, and on — about 818, life without a sense of smell, and why humility isn’t all about smart folks trying to believe they’re not.

But I won’t. I’m taking it easy this week.

Besides, I’ve talked about that before:


1 Lots and lots of lilies of the valley:

2 Lovely, fragrant, lethal:

3 It seemed like a good idea at the time:


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About Brian H. Gill

I was born in 1951. I'm a husband, father and grandfather. One of the kids graduated from college in December, 2008, and is helping her husband run businesses and raise my granddaughter; another is a cartoonist and artist; #3 daughter is a writer; my son is developing a digital game with #3 and #1 daughters. I'm also a writer and artist.
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One Response to Lily of the Valley: Tiny Flowers in Retrospect

  1. Last I took in a considerable amount of info about the lily of the valley, it was while idly going through stuff about the television show Breaking Bad, I think. And it’s surprising how such a negatively known flower has such positive symbolism attached to it. And now I’m remembering my recent Pokemon video gaming experience involving Poison-type Trainers who are more benevolent than they seem, which has me fascinated also by how the kid-oriented Pokemon even gives players the chance to befriend Poison-types and to go heroic with them in the first place.

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