Discovering and growing in our new home in Hingham, Massachusetts
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The scent of honeysuckle stops me in my tracks
I smelled the unmistakable scent of summer one morning last week as I walked past this honeysuckle. This scent, more than any other, takes me right back to the long and hot summers of my childhood in Georgia...laying in the warm grass, barefoot, pulling the nectar loaded pistils out one by one, sucking down their incredible sweetness. Little did I know was stealing lunch from some poor starving bee...