On a honeysuckle hunt today. The smell of honeysuckle still stops me in my tracks. You know when they are in bloom, as the scent travels quite far. How I loved the delicate flowers and that tiny droplet of sweet sap as a child.
A smart bird nestled right in the middle of a patch of honeysuckle. I can't argue, who wouldn't want that aroma out their front door.
Starting some cuttings in soil pots and slips in *water. Keeping my fingers crossed. I'd love to have a few vines around the chicken run.
*note: several sites suggested changing the water a least weekly in order to keep oxygen fresh.