Do you smell the honeysuckle? My yard is presently filled with its fragrance - a full, pungent aroma that triggers memories of every Edgartown summer of my life, especially those carefree childhood Junes when the world was ours and we had all the time in the world; the time and the patience to gingerly pull the little round nubbin off the end of the blossom and slowly pull the long stamen through the shaft until the tiny bead of nectar appeared; a droplet of delicate sweetness.
