Along the banks of the Reedy River in Greenville, South Carolina, there are the most fragrant honeysuckle bushes. When I was 10-years old, I remember my friend teaching me how to pluck the flowers and suck the nectar out of the funnel-like bottoms.
A few weeks ago, I spotted a honeysuckle bush growing in our neighborhood and the sight of those yellow and white flowers was a blast from the past. I excitedly explained to the kids how I used to love honeysuckle when I was a child. Now, whenever we ride our bicycles past the bush, the kids jump off their bikes and hunt for flowers just like I used to do. These really are sweet memories in the making.