Honeysuckle

This morning, while walking Matilda, I caught a whiff of honeysuckle. I love that smell. It takes me back to my days at Holy Cross Regional Catholic School. During recess, my friends and I would pluck the honeysuckle blossoms, snap off the back, and suck out the nectar. Those were the good ole days.

Today, I am thankful for the smell of honeysuckle, made more pungent by this morning’s rain.

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