Honeysuckle

Many years ago, weaving our drunken way home late one night from a rather fine party, we passed a mass of honeysuckle hanging over a fence. The smell of the honeysuckle was just heavenly, so we helped ourselves to three small cuttings. One took, and we've since propagated more plants from it and taken it with us wherever we moved.

The specimen against the vegetable garden fence is just coming into flower, and I can't wait to enjoy the scent once again.