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Honeysuckle and such
searcher5
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Kinda funny thing. I have always loved the smell of honeysuckle. A house I lived in once, had no AC, so the windows were open in the summer. Now, it was kind of a shack of a house, but the smell of that honeysuckle drifting through it, made it seem like a palace.
Around twenty five years ago, I dug up some honeysuckle from my in-laws yard, and planted it in the yard of a house we owned in Coffeyville. It just went nuts, against a chain link fence, so much so that it pretty much turned it into a privacy fence. Smelled wonderful. When we moved to Edna, I dug some up and planted it along the chain link fence, and near my deck. What I planted near the chain link never did come up, but the ones I planted near the deck did real well, and once again, the house was flooded with the sweet smell of it.
We re-built the deck, about six years ago. The honeysuckle was cut down, but I knew it would come back. It didn't. I thought the last of what was kind of a legacy was gone for good.
This year, it came back. Not only near the deck, but in the place where it never did come up, planted ten years before. Maybe the wet weather? I don't know, but it is like the welcome of an old friend, that you haven't seen for years. I can't stop sticking my nose in it. Hope I don't snort up a bee!
Kinda funny thing, how things work out, sometimes, and when God knows you need a little boost. Can't win the lottery, but I can smell my own honeysuckle, and all the memories that go along with it.
Peace
Dan
Around twenty five years ago, I dug up some honeysuckle from my in-laws yard, and planted it in the yard of a house we owned in Coffeyville. It just went nuts, against a chain link fence, so much so that it pretty much turned it into a privacy fence. Smelled wonderful. When we moved to Edna, I dug some up and planted it along the chain link fence, and near my deck. What I planted near the chain link never did come up, but the ones I planted near the deck did real well, and once again, the house was flooded with the sweet smell of it.
We re-built the deck, about six years ago. The honeysuckle was cut down, but I knew it would come back. It didn't. I thought the last of what was kind of a legacy was gone for good.
This year, it came back. Not only near the deck, but in the place where it never did come up, planted ten years before. Maybe the wet weather? I don't know, but it is like the welcome of an old friend, that you haven't seen for years. I can't stop sticking my nose in it. Hope I don't snort up a bee!
Kinda funny thing, how things work out, sometimes, and when God knows you need a little boost. Can't win the lottery, but I can smell my own honeysuckle, and all the memories that go along with it.
Peace
Dan
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I used to hate it when I was a kid because it was almost impossible to find a baseball when it went into that crap. It's hard telling how many baseballs we lost due to Honeysuckle.
Kinda funny thing. I have always loved the smell of honeysuckle. A house I lived in once, had no AC, so the windows were open in the summer. Now, it was kind of a shack of a house, but the smell of that honeysuckle drifting through it, made it seem like a palace.
Around twenty five years ago, I dug up some honeysuckle from my in-laws yard, and planted it in the yard of a house we owned in Coffeyville. It just went nuts, against a chain link fence, so much so that it pretty much turned it into a privacy fence. Smelled wonderful. When we moved to Edna, I dug some up and planted it along the chain link fence, and near my deck. What I planted near the chain link never did come up, but the ones I planted near the deck did real well, and once again, the house was flooded with the sweet smell of it.
We re-built the deck, about six years ago. The honeysuckle was cut down, but I knew it would come back. It didn't. I thought the last of what was kind of a legacy was gone for good.
This year, it came back. Not only near the deck, but in the place where it never did come up, planted ten years before. Maybe the wet weather? I don't know, but it is like the welcome of an old friend, that you haven't seen for years. I can't stop sticking my nose in it. Hope I don't snort up a bee!
Kinda funny thing, how things work out, sometimes, and when God knows you need a little boost. Can't win the lottery, but I can smell my own honeysuckle, and all the memories that go along with it.
Peace
Dan
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Down here I remember night blooming jasmine from when I was a kid most of all.
quote:Originally posted by Smitty500mag
We used to have family members come from Oklahoma to visit in Tennessee back in the 50s and they thought Honeysuckle was the greatest stuff they had ever seen and would dig it up to take back home to plant. My Grandpa said they were crazy. He said if they had to clean a couple of miles of fence row they'd wish they had never heard of it.
I used to hate it when I was a kid because it was almost impossible to find a baseball when it went into that crap. It's hard telling how many baseballs we lost due to Honeysuckle.
My wife planted Confederate Jasmine at the back deck. It has grown up and over half the railing. But even a sweeter smell than honeysuckle. [:D]
In south-central WV, it was in full bloom around Decoration Day, and the graveyard was overran with it.
I can recall as a child, walking up the hill to the graveyard carrying boxes of flowers that everybody brought from home and the old folks identifying who was under the old black rock markers while the scent of honeysuckle filled the air. (and sucking the 'honey' from the flowers)
Now they're all together on the mountain and afaik nobody remembers who's where... or even cleans the graves. [V]
we used to sit by the hour and eat them. Pull the flower off and break it at the back down at the lowest point. if you pulled the center through the "funnell" of the flower you would get a drop of water/pollen, it tasted like real honey. usually did it early in morning when dew was still on.
Our back fence was loaded with it, and we too used that same method.Great memories from a much simpler time.
we used to sit by the hour and eat them. Pull the flower off and break it at the back down at the lowest point. if you pulled the center through the "funnell" of the flower you would get a drop of water/pollen, it tasted like real honey. usually did it early in morning when dew was still on.
We bite off the very bottom of them one after the other after the sweet nectar. Thanks for the reminder!!!!!