Honeysuckle

The scent that reminds me most of my own childhood is honeysuckle.  The sweet aroma immediately makes me think of playing softball at a neighbor's/coach's field (which was surrounded by woods and open fields - somewhere in there honeysuckle grew).  I also remember that the nearby woods had some old civil war headstones . . . isn't it weird how certain scents are connected to memories?

Anyway, I enjoy teaching the kiddos about some of my favorite childhood activities and memories.  On the way home from school last Friday we stopped to check out the honeysuckle along the side of the road.  I love walking big sis home from school on Fridays - even though she isn't as thrilled with it these days.  The honeysuckle vines renewed the walking home adventure for her last week, though.  It is fun to pass along my memories and experiences while watching her discover new ones of her own.

For those that are wondering, yes, big sis has extremely dirty hands after a full day of playing at school.  And no, I don't care about the dirt because it helps to build her immune system ;)