I honestly didn’t know that we had honeysuckle here. I thought that I’d left it behind in Baltimore. And it smells just as sweet as I remember. It’s amazing the things that you’ll discover when you take the time to stop and smell the roses in your own town. I hope my neighbor doesn’t mind me hanging out in her yard until honeysuckle season is over. I’ll make her some muffins… every day…. ’til July.