Silent Sundays — wallflowers October 6, 2019 Wallflowers: unassuming, perfumed, never the star, much loved old favourites If you like this, please share it!Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Previous: 7 takeaways from the pre-NetHui forum on research into digital inclusion in New Zealand Next: Cat thinkies—intimations of mortality
8 thoughts on “Silent Sundays — wallflowers”
Oh, and how we dreaded, back ‘in the day’ ever being a ‘wallflower’…. (at the Stoke Hall dance on a Saturday night).
Fate worse than death
Beautiful and happy Sunday to you too Rachel
they grow wild in my front garden. They were here when we moved in and appear in a new place each year – sometimes the middle of the drive 🙁
The best! I love the scent
The grew on the top of the sandstone walls in Old Duston, Northampton and now I don’t know if any do? For now I see on Google Earth that there’s so many houses along Meeting Lane instead of an open space, but wait, there’s still a sandstone wall in the gap next to the Coop. Maybe nature still has that space?
Maybe you need to go back and inspect the territory in person
No way, those days are gone and only a remnant of a ghost of memories reside there. In fact there’s a song that’s just came to mind thinking about it: There’s A Ghost In My House ~ R. Dean Taylor