The wild Honeysuckle is in bloom.
Its sweet scent floating across the meadow..
Intoxicatingly delicious.
Memories of warm days in May, as a child sucking the sweet nectar.
Innocence and childhood going hand in hand.
So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle
Gently entwist. The female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
Oh, how I love thee! How I dote on thee!
~ Shakespeare's A Midsummers Night Dream
