lördag 4 juni 2011

Funny how a little conversation can trigger a flood of memories.  When I was around 14 years old the family and I went to visit family living in Canada.  A fun filled time with snow, shorts and cowboy stuff.  Great.  My Aunty died many years later and in her memory I planted a honeysuckle and a clematis.  Every year these two plants flower like crazy and I can sit on my front porch and remember. 

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