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Saturday, June 13, 2020


We have a huge confusion of honeysuckle on the fence that divides our backyard from our neighbor’s. 

All summer long it wafts its intoxicating aroma across our balcony and yard.

Every so often, when nobody is around, I pick one of the tiny flowers, pinch the tiny bulb at the base between my fingernails, pull the tiny strand all the way out until a a drop of sweet nectar peeks out asking to be tasted... and let the sweetness wash half a century away.

Posted by David Bogner on June 13, 2020 | Permalink


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