Have I mentioned that I ride a motorcycle to work sometimes? (Alright, I'm kidding...this isn't another column about that...)
But the strong sense of smell that I've developed certainly makes the ride a treat in more than one way.
This week I was alternately treated to: flowers...road kill... flowers... road kill.... flowers... road kill... mown grass...flowers... wet lake smell.
This isn't so remarkable, except when I try to tell my wife and family about it, they start asking what flower? How do I know, it's usually after dark.
"Honeysuckle" they chorus...
"How do you know so well." I ask.
"It blooms at night with that sickeningly sweet smell..." (my daughter grimaces) "... it's enough to knock you over sometimes."
Well, she's got part of that right.
Today we celebrated her 15th birthday with a bike ride up the Athens Adena Hocking Bike-path (call it what you will...everyone else does!) and went about 2.5 miles up and then again back.
It was a pleasant ride just a bit before sunset, and one that I'd like to make an annual trip... if not more frequently.
About the time we got near The Plains, the smell of flowers was there again, and we confirmed it..."Honeysuckle".
Now, as a kid, I learned to harvest honeysuckle blossoms, and grabbing the pistil portion of the flower, pull it out. It acts as a plunger or a syringe in a shot to "pump" the nectar out. You suck on the end of the pistil and get a faintly sweet taste of water, or honey.
Therefore as a kid, we knew this as honeysuckle.
Do kids still do this? Is it safe?
I don't know, but it is a pleasant memory of childhood...
(See, and you thought this was going to be about motorcycles again, didn't you???!!)