Huff and puff, I trudge along the road. My eyes dart side to side, looking for anything to distract me as I walk. My mind is able to wander because my feet know this route so well. I ponder many topics, such as: What should I write about on the blog? What will I be fixing for dinner? What do I have to do this week? On and on the thoughts fill my head when suddenly I enter the HONEYSUCKLE ZONE. The sweet scent begins as a whisper, “Come closer, you are headed in the right direction.” All thinking evaporates. I breathe deeply, taking in that delightful smell.
The wild honeysuckle blooms last for about two weeks. Those are the best two weeks of walking. I almost look forward to the walk.