There are some things that have a wonderful way of bringing back old memories-the first smell of wallflower in the spring is one, and the first fall of snow in the winter.
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
And perhaps a lark would be singing high up; and there might be a scent of wallflower; and the children coming home with daisy wreaths.
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
The ivy on the wall, the yellow wallflower, tell it.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson