Honeysuckle - an old time wildflower that reminds me of my childhood. This wild and pretty vine crawled over fences and trees and filled the air with its sweet smell. But I learned early that you can't pick it and bring it into the house. It withers and turns brown.
Today I am thinking of those by-gone days as I salute my sister, Lynda on her birthday.
Happy Birthday, Lynda.
Hope you have a great day!
Here is a story for Lynda. She may remember Sister Mary Joan, the Librarian. http://ellouisestory.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html (in case the link does not work.)