Sarah Orne Jewett House

Flowering Currant

“‘Twas your grandpa’s bush,” she said. “He always said nothing ever smelt so sweet. He would put a sprig of it in his button-hole when we was goin’ to be married.’
But the flowering currant dwindled and 9 of 16 died away that summer.”
Sarah Orne Jewett (“A Plea for Front Yards”, 1888)