A Mystery Plant, and French Class

Does anyone know what this plant is? It cascades over the garden wall by the back door and predates our residence in this house, so we have no idea what it is. We didn't even know it would bloom until these white flowers appeared in the spring. Our garden is a continually unfolding mystery!

Here's a close-up (above), with dewdrops.

Oh, and our apple tree is blooming...

...as are, finally, our bluebells. Spring is quite an event in our yard!

The daffodils are pretty much done. I deadheaded them yesterday, as well as our camellia bush. The flowers on the camellia are briefly pretty, but any time in the sun turns them a rusty brown color, so the overall effect is not so nice. Most of the blossoms on the bush wind up looking brown.

I had my first French class at the Alliance Francaise yesterday. There are eight of us in the class, and our lesson centered around masculine and feminine endings for words, using dating and romance as a theme. I wanted to say, "Hey, two chanteurs can date too, you know. It doesn't have to be a chanteur and a chanteuse." But I didn't go there.

Seriously, it was fun, although I can't believe how rusty my French is. I am scared to try to say anything, I sound so terrible. Fortunately, most of us in the class are similarly fumbling around. I hope I can at least develop more confidence and take it with me to Paris on the Eurostar!