The blooms hang in heavy clusters, much like bunches of grapes - only snowy white, and the wonderful fragrance drifts through the area.

Bob once told me when he was a little boy, his mother had picked an armload of these beautiful flowers and took to a neighbor's funeral and placed on the grave. This was "way-back-when" - before funeral homes and flower shops.....most of the funerals were either at the home or one's church, and the only flowers were what one could come up with.