Buds on the Japanese Honeysuckle.Tall Husband and I planted the Honeysuckle next to the fence, near the old well. Below, it is already reaching toward the fence.
I had been longing for Honeysuckle, missing that soft fragrance and the sweet taste of its nectar...a childhood memory from Summers long ago. So last Sunday, Tall Husband and I went in search of that magical plant. We found it at Buchanan's Native Plants in the Houston Heights. They had only one plant left and a staff member warned that Honeysuckle is "quite aggressive." She smiled, though, as she recalled sucking nectar from Honeysuckle flowers as a child.
After reading about the plant on the Internet (it is considered a weed in some states, because of its tendency to overtake anything in its path) we became a bit worried. Would we return to the Bunny Bungalow one day to find it smothered in a tangle of Honeysuckle vines? Would we be forced to machete a path to our back door? Smelling the fragrant flowers, we threw caution to the wind and planted it by the wooden fence, near the old well. Next weekend we shall stretch stainless steel wires on the fence to form a trellis for our new vine...that is if it hasn't consumed the fence by then.