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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