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Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Honey Do

The time of honeysuckle has past, and I'm pretty broken up about it. It seems so early in the year for the honeysuckle to already be packing it in.

Maybe it will come back for another round later in the year. Maybe the cool weather we've been having lately has sent it back into hiding.

Anyway, while it was here, I loved the honeysuckle so much. Most people consider it a weed. I consider it lovely. Sure, it's invasive and will probably take over the world one day. But what's so bad about that?

What's so terrible about an old fence dripping with green green vines and yellow flowers? What's so terrible about the way honeysuckle starts smelling all delicious right at sunset? (Okay, I can think of one terrible thing about that ... the delicious smell lures me out of the house right at peak mosquito time. I think the honeysuckle and mosquitos are in league together.)

Anyway, I still love the smell of honeysuckle and refuse to let Darwin trim back the voluminous vines on both left and right fences. When it's not honeysuckle season, I wear out my sniffer seeking realistic honeysuckle-scented bath products. I have yet to find one. The closest isn't honeysuckle at all but Milk & Honey, which I have (and adore) in both hand soap and shampoo.

I fell in love with the smell of honeysuckle in middle school. We lived on 108 acres, much of which had beautiful, wide paths through woods and fields and around ponds. Being in the middle of a sentimental, Victorian-novel-style pre-teen phase, I liked to stroll along these paths and compose bad rhyming poetry about nature.

The one I considered the best was an ode to honeysuckle. If I can find it tonight, I'll post it and embarrass myself thoroughly.

I couldn't find the poem, but I do remember it contained a line comparing honeysuckle to strings of Christmas lights. Gag.



Greg said...

Honeysuckles are possibly one of my all time favorites. I’m not kidding. I’ve drank more honeysuckle nectar than I care to admit to. When I was a kid, the house I grew up in had honeysuckles growing on about 50-feet of fence in the backyard. We would pick the flowers, pinch off the bottom and pull out the stamen with a drop of nectar on it and then suck if off. I’ve done that to about a million honeysuckle flowers. They taste as sweet as they smell. At my last house I planted honeysuckles as soon as I finished building the fence in the backyard.

8:11 PM  
Lenise said...

I like morning glories, too =] Of course, the blue ones which are my favorites do get choked out by the pink and purple ones. I still get kind of a purplish-blue hybrid, though, which comes back every year (with smaller-than-standard flowers, though)!

9:12 PM  
Stuccohouse said...

I just bought a honeysuckle to plant in my backyard. It is all of 3" high right now. After reading your post, I'm excited to see how it grows & blooms. I'm in the north, so our gorwaing season is just gearing up. I'm all over nicely smelling flowers.

9:18 PM  
Annie said...

Strange but true,
My favorite faux-honeysuckle scent is called
but try hunting that down on-line. Plus it looks like they might not make it anymore :(

2:25 PM  
merideth said...

honeysuckle always makes me think of my mom and my childhood...pulling the centers out of the flowers to suck the nectar from the bottoms of them...sigh.

3:21 PM  
Jennifer said...

I have a honeysuckle vine that blooms in June, way after the honeysuckle bushes I also have on my property have finished blooming. I had intended to cut it down, but now I don't think I will, because I think it was planted deliberately and didn't just grow there.

The weird thing is that whatever else is in the Mess--it's a huge hulking monster in my backyard--is evergreen. If you lived closer, I'd say come and get some! :)

7:39 PM  

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