I went for a walk/jog in the park yesterday, and I noticed that all of the honeysuckle was blooming. I know that, to some people, honeysuckle is just an invasive weed-vine, but I can't help myself--I love it. To me, honeysuckle smells like childhood. I remember pinching the blossoms off the vine with my tiny fingers and slooooowly pulling out the stems, carefully trying to extract that single, sweet drop of nectar. It almost felt like sneaking candy.
The blooms yesterday were not quite mature enough to sample, but maybe they'll be ready in time for my next walk. The first desserts of spring. I can already taste it.
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