Okay, I set here, night after night being distracted by the scent of honeysuckle flowing through my windows. I love it, I absolutely love it. I wish this was a scratch & smell blog, but it isn’t and that’s too bad for you.

The honeysuckle came from my father-in-law’s farm. My brother-in-law, Charlie & John, with Dan’s help, dug it up for me. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do. They had to be careful not to touch the poison-ivy that surrounded it, plus it was rooted pretty deep. Charlie wouldn’t’ give up until it was dug out. That was about 3 or 4 years ago.

For anyone who knows anything about honeysuckle, they know how it spreads. What started out as a small bush now covers my 6 foot wooden fence. I like seeing the green covered fence.

I was raised on a dairy farm. So you can imagine the amount of wild flowers that grew there. My dream each spring/summer is to bring to my present day life those same wild flowers I remember from my youth. So, on the other side of my house is another 6 foot fence. There I have planted 4 morning glories and 2 moon flowers. On the farm, morning glories grew wild. I remember picking them in the weeded area outside the barn, but soon they would droop. The morning glories petal is not solid enough to keep from drooping once it’s picked. I have learned to enjoy them while on the vine.

I love seeing how in the morning the morning glories opens their wide bloom and take in the sunshine and close in the evening. The moon flower, which blooms in the evening, opens its large white bloom and glows in the night. There is a calmness that comes over me when I surround myself with nature. Without that escape I believe I would find life unbearable.