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Saturday, July 9, 2011
Smell Series: Honeysuckle
And, of course, honeysuckle offers taste as well as smell--that drop of nectar at the base of the flower always seemed like a magical bonus to me when I was a child. Food from a plant! Who'd've thought? (Yes, we did buy all our vegetables from the grocery.)
And the vines grew wild, in unauthorized places. Few people gardened the unbroken-green-grass yards in our suburb; my primary experience of flowers was honeysuckle and dandelions and other weed flowers. (And the magical field of daffodils that we mistakenly thought were growing wild, but that's a different post. Whoever planted those bulbs, I do apologize for the number of flowers that I stole.) Leaving the daffodils aside, honeysuckle was by far the grandest flower of my childhood.
In memory, I can see the trees and brush around the sinkhole at the high school across from our house, hear the cicadas, feel the heat, and smell--no, I can't smell the honeysuckle, I can only remember the pleasure of it. There's a safety fence around the sinkhole now, no doubt a sensible measure, but I think it's a sad thing. Are the old stories, of lost cows perpetually mooing for rescue from the bottom of the hole, also lost? For that matter, are children now warned not to eat the honeysuckle nectar? Too much safety does seem to take the flavor out of childhood.
Image: By Eurico Zimbres. Wikimedia Commons.
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Since children seem to be cautioned, sequestered and forced to take lessons in every spare moment now, I suppose that if mom caught little Caleb or Ashley sucking on a flower she'd have what we used to call a "conniption fit." I remember it as one of childhood's joys.ReplyDelete
I admit to having taught my own children to sample honeysuckle.ReplyDelete
Dancing barefoot on the grass! Perfect.
Hey, Olfacta! Yes, childhood sometimes appears to involve more work hours than adulthood these days. I remember having plenty of lazy time to, among other things, hunt down honeysuckle.ReplyDelete
Yo, Mals! Yay! I approve; it's one of the important things to pass down. :)ReplyDelete
Ever tried Caswell Massey's Honeysuckle?ReplyDelete
Yo, Joan! No, I never have. I should? Well, of course I should, if it aspires to be honeysuckle!ReplyDelete