Traveling is always fun, but it feels good to be back home again. I braved the biting flies, which seem worse than ever this year, to go visit my lake. It was calm today, with no alligators.
Honeysuckle fills the air with childhood memories. As a little girl, I would sit within the shade of an immense tangle of honeysuckle so big it had formed a child-size dome. It was my playhouse, better than any manmade hideaway (although our treehouse was awfully nice as well).