Mommy! I like your honeychuckle.

Two years ago we inherited a yard that had never been loved. We moved into a newish neighborhood that had been a severe casualty of the Michigan economy. Our house was two years old but had never been lived in. As a result, the yard was, well . . . a mess. Slowly but surely we are making some progess. It's been trial and error. "Newish" neighborhoods generally have been stripped of their topsoil so it takes a lot of TLC to get plants going and each spring I poke around to see what survived the winter. More of those go in and some new things too. Today I got something new. I intended to buy a clematis. I have one growing up the front of the house that is thriving. Why deviate from what works, right? Well, I was sucked in by the fragrance of the honeysuckle and anything that might encourage the hummingbirds to hang around is good in my book. So, I bought one. Maybe it will survive, maybe it won't, but I'm willing to give it a shot.

So, it was sitting in the driveway when the boys got home from school. Immediately, Griffin wanted to know what it was. "A honeysuckle. This weekend we will plant it together." Later I saw him sneaking another peek at it and he told me "Mommy, I really like your new honeychuckle."

Honeychuckle, in deed. The plant may not survive but that quip will live on in my head forever. I love the things kids say!