Ever since I was a little girl, a spring time tradition has been to pick a huge bouquet of Lily of the Valley and give to my grandmother (and usually also one for mum!). After she passed away, the tradition was still kept alive, and every year me and my dad go out together and pick the biggest bouquet possible and put it in a vase on her grave. This flower means a lot to me, it is one of my favourites. When I was 18 I got a  memorial tattoo for grandma of this flower, and whenever I see them or smell them, I think of all the nice memories I have of her.