Thursday, July 30, 2009

Remembering Gramma and Grampa Lockhart.

My maternal grandparents Hattie and Joe had a Trumpet Vine on their garage.

I use to pluck the flowers and taste the nectar at the bottom. I never wondered how safe that was. It was a kid thing to do. Sure glad I didn't taste any of these visitors.

Sure must be something still sweet about these flower. Other than just the memories.

1 comment:

coldH2O said...

I don't know, I saw a guy on the teevee eat some ants down in Australia. He said they tasted minty. You had to hold their heads in your fingers & bite the body off, otherwise they would bite your tongue.