yesterday, as i walked by the river, i was overwhelmed by the fragrance of flowering honeysuckle. the air was thick with their sweet smell and i was immediately reminded of a summer from my childhood spent at the local baseball park. my dad and i would go there in the summer evenings to watch the local teams play and as he sat on the painted wooden bleachers, i would wander down to the fenceline and pick honeysuckle flowers. i loved their sweet smell and their buttery white petals. i spent hours there, surrounded by beauty, amidst the honeysuckle, until my father called me to leave.

this memory came flooding back to me yesterday, carried on the breeze. i could close my eyes and still hear the game playing on in the distance and feel the flowers tucked neatly into my hair.


Which ballpark was it?

My sister and I would walk the streets on Solomons Island and find honeysuckle when we were young.

Posted by Colin on 30 May 2008 @ 9pm

colin, i don’t think the ballpark had a name, but it was located near the intersection of 228 and hamilton roads and was recently torn down with the expansion of western parkway. it exists now only in memory.

Posted by heatherdyan on 31 May 2008 @ 8am

Interesting. I don’t exactly remember that one even though I’m sure I played on it at some point. When I first read your post, I thought you might have been talking about the one where the Jaycee Hall is now – it was poorly maintained though and a little league field (smaller size). I remember that one having woods nearby with honeysuckle as well.

I loathe the amount of development they did to Waldorf.

Posted by Colin on 31 May 2008 @ 12pm

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