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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I love the red! Beautiful! !
I know honeysuckle gets a bad rap. But I love their sweet perfume.