As a child, my grandfather showed me how to pick and drink the nectar from the honeysuckle that grew on the outskirts of the woods. After plucking it from the bushes, he showed me how to pinch the green ends and draw the nectar out. I always loved finding the blossoms with the most nectar and pouted in disappointment when I would find duds, tossing them to the ground. As an adult, I still reflect on honeysuckle’s influence on southern …