Branch Head

I was doing a little fall cleaning around the yard today.  That meant pulling out the old clippers and cutting down the honeysuckle vines that were crawling up the side of the house.  I also pulled out dead plants and tidied up the vegetable garden.

When it was all done, I went inside and washed my hands.

All clean.  Or so I thought.

I little while later, I was outside talking to a friend.  She looked at me and gave me a funny look.  "What's in your hair?"   

I ran my fingers through it and discovered a strange object.  It was a honeysuckle vine with leaves still hanging on it.

"Oh yeah,"  I said.  "It's my laurel wreath.  I'm looking like a goddess today."