Every year about this time, I start smelling the sweet scent of honeysuckle in the evenings outside — and the smell was strong tonight as Lucy and I walked in our neighborhood. I’m always taken back to the warm spring and summer evenings of my childhood, when my friends and I played outside with reckless abandon in the darkness and safety of the lovely southern neighborhoods which I called home. There’s something magical about being connected to Nature, whether it’s the smell of honeysuckle or the beauty of these wildflowers in my yard. Nature and Nature’s Creator have much to offer us — if we accept the beauty and love which we’re freely offered.

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