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kellinatorI still remember my first experience with honeysuckle. We were out at my grandparents', and I found some, and my father showed me how to suck the nectar out.
On one of the paths on campus that I walk almost every day, recently I noticed a very familiar smell. Sure enough, I looked and found some honeysuckle.
I couldn't help myself. I broke off the ends, pulled out the pistils and sucked the nectar.
If anyone saw me, it probably looked so hillbilly, but I didn't care. Honeysuckle is too hard to come by.
On one of the paths on campus that I walk almost every day, recently I noticed a very familiar smell. Sure enough, I looked and found some honeysuckle.
I couldn't help myself. I broke off the ends, pulled out the pistils and sucked the nectar.
If anyone saw me, it probably looked so hillbilly, but I didn't care. Honeysuckle is too hard to come by.
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Date: 2004-05-19 05:34 pm (UTC)If honeysuckle sucking wasn't part of your childhood, I feel sorry for you. And I don't consider it hillbilly. More along the lines of catching lightning bugs. Which should also be part of every childhood. Just not squishing them afterward.