This honeysuckle is the largest that I've ever seen. It's as big as my hand.
I kind of half pay attention to plantings as I walk around. This spring I was big on flowers because I'd had a really, truly, dismally-crappy winter, but overall, flowers don't catch my attention that readily.
As I went to my car today, though, the smell of honeysuckle wafted by as I turned the corner onto St. Botolph St. It's not an "urban" smell, so it merited notice. I actually looked past these flowers three or four times looking for the honeysuckle before realizing that this was honeysuckle -- just on a Brobdingnagian scale.
It's certainly not the kind of thing you expect to find in New England. It was quite a delightful surprise.
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