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Trumpet Honeysuckle

Trumpet Honeysuckle

My grandmother loved her trumpet honeysuckle for as long as I can remember.  Her fence was loaded down with blooms every year, right next to the gate into her back yard.  The farmhouse and fence are long gone but I can close my eyes and still smell the sweetness.

I found this one growing in a fence row along a country road on a recent Sunday drive after church.

 

 

 

 

 

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