The Sunday sunshine caused it to bloom its simple flowers. Jennifer and I enjoyed placing our faces in the middle of it and inhaling the sweetness. Along with the daffodils that bloom every year at this time, our rather common and unspectacular winter honeysuckle bush promises spring is coming. None-to-soon for my taste this year. None-to-soon.
On Saturday I got my chainsaws out and spent a couple of hours cleaning up the broken branches and brush from the recent snow. It was a good workout. Cutting up wood can be a very satisfying experience.
|Our Winter Honeysuckle in our barnyard. This is the most prolific I have ever seen it. You can see a gate from my dad's tornado destroyed barn now used as yard art by us in this photo.|
|A closer look. Honey bees were drawn to its sweet fragrance. You can see one on a bloom in the middle of this pic.|