Where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun, forbid the sun to enter…
-William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
The honeysuckle vine in our backyard is growing fervently. Its showy sherbert colored flowers fill the air with a sweet, heady scent on these warm summer nights. While I think the vine is fabulous, my husband sees it as a nuisance and wants to cut it down before it completely devours our backyard shed. Funny how two people can look at the same thing and yet view it so differently.
I am hoping these images will sway him into seeing things my way.