Honeysuckle! This has to be the quintessential sign of summer. My mom used to have a honeysuckle bush right outside the kitchen door. The smell of it still makes me feel like a little kid. I remember picking the flowers and pulling out the tiny filament in the center to release the tiny droplet of sweet nectar on my tongue. It was one of those fascinations that I have never tired of.
This mass of honeysuckle is on my morning walk. I could not resist but to pick a flower and taste that sweet flavor again. It did not disappoint.
The memorial day weekend – with its unofficial start to summer – did not disappoint either. It was filled with all the things I love about this season. I will never take these glory days for granted; when being in the basement is out of the question and there is more to do than hours in the day.
I hope you all enjoyed yourselves and just think… a four day work week, not so bad.
i could cry but i don't have time 
Oh WOW! We had huge lilac bushes and it was spring, but basically the same. Thanks for reviving those memories… except for remembering Jeannie Grahovic the neighborhood bully, who tortured me. I hope she got a huge fat ass when she grew up. LOL
Too funny. I believe the cosmos gives fat asses to all the bullies eventually. Or at least the proverbial equivalent.