Crow Poison. Yes, technically it's classified as a weed. But for me, it's a trip back in time.
When my daughter (who is now 50 years old) was in kindergarten, I would wait in the car to pick her up after school. She'd come out and run around the playground to pick the pretty white flowers. Clutching her bouquet, she'd race to the car and hop in the front seat to present me with her gift. (This was before kids were banished to the back seat and seat-belts became mandatory). With the faint fragrance of garlic filling the air, we'd drive home and put the flowers in a vase to admire while enjoying cookies and milk.
Every year when the crow poison blooms, I am transported back to that simpler time. It always makes me smile.