how it is

By flashmaggie


My neighbour's sister, who grew up next door, tells me that she remembers this honeysuckle from when she was a child. When I first moved here thirty years ago it was next to a dead tree, which I pushed down and left to rot. A self-seeded ash grew in its place, and now it's all mixed up with ivy. The smell in the evenings is gorgeous, especially after rain.

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