DH sent this one.
Lynn
wildgun004smate
Clarksburg, WV
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Date: Fri, 7 May 2004 11:19:19 EDT
Subject: Saying the right thing
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Are you talking about a multi-flora rose? We have this plant in great
abundance in Southern Illinois as well as elsewhere.
It grows like a weed. The awful thing about it is the thorns grow backwards
on the branches, which grow to incredible lengths. We just spent two days
pulling branches up
UK spiders might find www.telediscount.co.uk useful for phoning David! At
1P per minute, it seems about the cheapest around.
The site also has german and italian pages. Not sure what they say.
Best wishes
Edith
North Nottinghamshire
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From: Judy McCarty
Are you talking about a multi-flora rose? We have this plant in great
abundance in Southern Illinois as well as elsewhere.
It grows like a weed. The awful thing about it is the thorns grow backwards
on the branches, which grow to incredible lengths. We just spent two days
ah thanks Noelene - '*knots of* May' does make more sense...then you
reminded me that Mayflower and Hawthorn are names for the same thing...
--
bye for now
Bev with no Hawthorn or May growing where I live west of Sooke, BC (west
coast of Canada) (though there is probably a Mayflower or two
I think I'll risk it... It makes such a perfect book-end to the other
estimate story with the priceless ending :)
From: S.M.
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome
including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will
have you laughing.
Here's
Hi everyone
A belated thanks to everyone who wrote to me with names of authors similar
to M. Stewart. I liked April's idea of reading everything again a few
years later - having forgotten them mostly from the first reading vbg
and thanks, too, to those who patiently responded with answers they'd
The discussion regarding may flower took me back to my late teens going back
to my home town by train. This was before trains became sealed,
air-conditioned and electric. In the carriage I was in the windows were open
and the may was in bloom the scent was intoxicating.
The may flower I refer to
