One of my sisters said I should “blog” more often. I take that as a compliment, even if she is related to me. So I decided to write about the Honeysuckle.
Yes. The Honeysuckle. They are in bloom right now and if you pay close enough attention, soon enough, your nose will lead you to one. When I was a kid, the summers were full of quiet time. We didn’t go away to camp and barely went to day camp. We played outside with whoever was home too. We visited the town pool, with its icy, unheated water and biked home afterward.
Right around this time, when the line between spring and summer starts to blur, I remember feeling like such a lucky girl. My best friend, and across-the-street neighbor, had tons of Honeysuckle bushes lined up along her tall, wooden fence. We spent hours picking the flowers and tasting the nectar found within the yellow and white stems. It was dreamy.
Just the other day I was playing golf with my mom and my niece at a town golf course when the familiar scent of Honeysuckle crept into my nose. I looked all around until I spotted the familiar big shrub climbing up a fence right near the putting green. I excitedly called over to my daughter (who was “driving” the cart) to come pick some Honeysuckle flowers.
She did. I don’t know who was more pleased.
Yes. The Honeysuckle. They are in bloom right now and if you pay close enough attention, soon enough, your nose will lead you to one. When I was a kid, the summers were full of quiet time. We didn’t go away to camp and barely went to day camp. We played outside with whoever was home too. We visited the town pool, with its icy, unheated water and biked home afterward.
Right around this time, when the line between spring and summer starts to blur, I remember feeling like such a lucky girl. My best friend, and across-the-street neighbor, had tons of Honeysuckle bushes lined up along her tall, wooden fence. We spent hours picking the flowers and tasting the nectar found within the yellow and white stems. It was dreamy.
Just the other day I was playing golf with my mom and my niece at a town golf course when the familiar scent of Honeysuckle crept into my nose. I looked all around until I spotted the familiar big shrub climbing up a fence right near the putting green. I excitedly called over to my daughter (who was “driving” the cart) to come pick some Honeysuckle flowers.
She did. I don’t know who was more pleased.
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