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“The Waifs' Home was an old building which had apparently formerly been used for another purpose. It was located in the country opposite a great big dairy farm where hundreds of cows, bulls, calves and a few horses were standing. Some were eating, and prancing around like they wanted to tell somebody, anybody, how good they felt. . . .When I got out of the wagon with the other boys the first thing I noticed was several large trees standing before the building. A very lovely odor was swinging across my nostrils.

"What flowers are those that smell so good?" I asked.

"Honeysuckles," was the answer.

I fell in love with them, and I'm ready to get a whiff of them any time.”
― Louis Armstrong Satchmo, Satchmo: My Life in New Orleans

“I’m on the balcony, bathing in the soft glow and f gazing at the corner I’ve transformed into a small garden. Daises. Honeysuckles. Peonies. Lavender. I’ve grown them all myself, tending to their roots and petals with care, murmuring words of love.”
― Zoulfa Katouh, As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow