Oh good. You liked the story.
Thank you so much!
This is the part I left out:
***Granny Laurie had some kind of white fabric-like tape and one day I borrowed a few inches of it to take outside with me. Granny Laurie didn't ask why and I didn't tell. I'd seen a woman in church on Easter Sunday and on her shoulder she wore what I now know was a corsage. It had green leaves and a bright red rose and was tied together with a red ribbon that formed a bow with ends that dangled down the front of her dress.
I knew better than to ask Granny Laurie for a ribbon, she didn't use ribbons at all. But I remembered her tape.
I broke off a twig of 3 or 4 roses and another of the asparagus and wrapped them together using the tape. I left its ends loose so they would dangle down my shoulder, just like the woman wore in church. The trouble was, I didn't have much of a shoulder to pin it on, being only maybe 4 at the time, and I had no pin at all, and so I stuck it behind my ear and taped it to my hair.
I wore it proudly outside for awhile, weaving those loose ends of tape in and out of my long hair, making sure it was secure. Then I went inside, ready for exclamations of admiration from the adults.
It was the bees that caused the problems; they went inside with me. By the time the grown-ups had batted at the bees that came in on the corsage, and by the time they'd jerked that corsage this way and that trying to untangle it from my hair, I was in tears and so were they. I barely survived that time. The bees didn't survive at all. ***
perfectly said! Wonderful story, Sharon!
Laughing at "my mother was an enabler!" 
