My Mom caught me whistling at girl when I was about eleven and she lovingly yet sternly, took the time to explain to me that women hate being whistled at. I took her admonition and haven't whistled at a lady since. A big thanks to my Mom.
NB Wildflowers ~ why wildflowers you ask? They take me back to my childhood ~ walking through the fields at my grandparents farm, the place where my Dad was born and raised. This is for my nieces ~ stories of the past and present and everyday life.