Lonicera periclymenum

It's April. I know because I can smell honeysuckles on the wind. Which reminds me of every April of my life.

I want to measure time solely by the smell of flowers. I want to encode my memories in a garden. We can sip iced tea by the Texas mountain laurel and talk about childhood. We can fall asleep when the night-blooming jasmine wakes up.

Are you in?