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On Friday’s walk I saw the first honeysuckle of the season. It’s true, though the air doesn’t warm, summer is on its way ….
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It’s lovely to walk past a wild honeysuckle and smell the flowers while lulled by the gentle drone of the bees.
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Indeed. And that scent can ve smelled from so far away. But what I saw was only a token; the hedges aren’t full of it yet.
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