When the blooming honeysuckle hit my olfactory system, I was flooded with memories of summers in East Tennessee. With the delicious aroma, I had to stop and take a few deep breaths.

The brook that runs in the back of our house is fed by the spring that creates a small waterfall right around the corner from where we live. The natural spring at the top of the hill is a small protected wild habitat for many of the creatures that dwell among us. No surprise that honeysuckle vine has chosen to weave itself into the edge of this ecosystem…

Kimberly Naranjo

art often, regenerative agriculture, authenticity, food not lawns, healing, self-care, generosity, food as medicine & forgiveness