One of my favorite things about this time of year is the appearance of the honeysuckle. Even before i actually see it i can smell it when i walk out the door.
The honeysuckle is also a sentimental favorite for me. Not only do i love the sight and smell but i love the memories that come with it. My grandmother had a honeysuckle bush in her yard and i used to love plucking the yellow and white flowers, pulling the stem and sucking the nectar that gives the honeysuckle its name. There is just a hint of sweetness, nothing overwhelming; just enough to keep you coming back for more!
Now my children love honeysuckles too. Whenever they spot them they clamor around and enjoy their delicate sweetness. In the years to come i am sure they will look back with fondness as they remember the beauty of honeysuckles just as i do now.
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