Washington has much shorter growing seasons than I was accustomed to when I lived in California. Once spring gets going here it unleashes growth that at times seems riotous, wild, unstoppable. The native honeysuckle is a case in point.
It seems like plants go from tender, tentative vines to bushes filled with a fireworks of blossoms in days.
Hummingbirds love these flowers; I was buzz bombed by one a year or two ago as I moved in on a flower. The only thing they lack is that heady fragrance that cultivated blossoms have. But the wild roses that are starting to bloom now have that nicely covered.