When I was a little girl growing up in Texas, my neighbor always had honeysuckle growing on her fence. Each and every time I would take a trip around our block on my skates, my bike or on foot, I would taste it! Other neighborhood kids did it, too! What a sweet treat!
We had a garage sale this past weekend. Since we downsized greatly with this past move, we had loads of treasures to sell. As I was standing in the garage, a waft of honeysuckle came through the garage. With it came some of those childhood memories!
All thoughts were soon demolished, though, as my allergies kicked in and my misery outweighed those delightful recollections! With each slight smell of the honeysuckle, I broke into terrible sneezing episodes! As I spoke to my family (who so graciously helped with our move and our sale) about why now I must be allergic to the honeysuckle after years of tasting it as a child, we remembered one of our trips to Fall Creek Falls … a beautiful waterfall not far from our home. My mother and I spent the entire day visiting the park and the various waterfalls with my 3 boys and their friend. As we were on our last trail for the day, tired and hot, we came across a honeysuckle bush. Two of my sons were old enough to remember the honeysuckle in Texas, having sampled it from the same bush growing on my neighbors fence. However, my youngest son and their friend had never tried it. So, I broke off the flower, pulled out the stem and my son sampled. He was not too sure what to think. I never could get their friend to sample. In hindsight, that was probably a good thing.
As we set off for our 1 1/2 hour trip back home … we were going to go the long way and get Italian Ice at a nearby town where I worked, my boys told me to look at my youngest son because he looked funny. Yes, indeed! His face was puffy and his eyes looked like jello. I quickly sped off toward the hospital I worked at to consult with my favorite doctor. My friend in the OB department wanted to call him, she said he looked like a fish with his eyes popping out. When the doc heard my story, he shook his head and told me that I had basically just fed my son pollen and that he was allergic to it. As sweet as it tastes and as good as it smells … it was now “bad!” And anytime my son hears that word, he cringes! After this past weekend, I think I will too!