The past few nights on my way home from gatherings, birthday dinners, and work I’ve been driving with the window down. I noticed a distinct smell to the air bludgeoning me, and that smell was honeysuckle. ‘Tis the season, folks! My favorite part of spring–the honeysuckles blooming and spraying their particles everywhere. The highway smelled like I was sitting under a honey bush despite the 75mph wind smattering on my skin. It’s an odd juxtaposition in such an urban area, but there are enough mini areas of well-kept forestry left to still achieve this effect… Woodbine, Laurel, Olney, and Urbana to name a few through which I drive. I’m sure there are more.
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