Yesterday we went on a rainy walk through the woods to the beach for Lucy’s birthday. Scanning over the forest thicket and canopy I spied a pretty bright green vine with little orange trumpeted blossoms. I was immediately intrigued. I climbed up through the mud and thicket so I could inspect it more thoroughly. From a distance I thought it might be a rare scented rhododendron or a rare form of wild honeysuckle. My exploits proved the latter. I am absolutely tickled to have found it, and you had better believe I foraged a tiny specimen of it. A trailing vine with little roots sticking out to try to plant in a pot.
I’m so delighted!
It’ll be perfect for me because it has no scent and I have been suffering greatly from allergies as of late. My lilacs and lilies have just about done me in this year. I have a badly swollen lymph node that I am attributing to them. This rain, though depressing, has been a balm to it. And it’s warm rain, so it hasn’t kept me from being outside. I planted my honeysuckle out in it and it felt like a tropical monsoon.
P.S. The painting is an old one I did alongside Hazel Mae Roundhill. And I will get to see her in exactly two weeks! Providence!