Monday, May 14, 2012
Honeysuckle and Dreams
There is a curve in Hwy. 39 south of Aurora named Honeysuckle corner. When Gene was a kid the sides of the hill along this curve were covered with honeysuckle. Even in the 80's honeysuckle covered the area. When in bloom, you could smell the honeysuckle as you approached and rounded the curve. Road improvements eliminated most of the honeysuckle. So gone is the sweet, sweet sensation and what remains is the memory.
Today the reblooming (that never did rebloom and had almost no blooms this year) honeysuckle was the object of an electric trimmer. When the vines became too thick for the trimmer, lopping shears and pruning shears were used to tear down the honeysuckle. The metal lattice prevented a complete removal of all the stems. I will need a couple of other tools to get the lattice down to complete the job. There may be a few sprigs of honeysuckle left to soften the edges of the "hog panel" arch along that area or maybe not.
I guess that just as you cannot ever really go home, memories of childhood cannot be recreated. Maybe the sweet smell was not as sweet as in my memory. Maybe the blooms were not as prolific as I remember. So as with the many dreams and hopes in my life that I have let go, one more was let go today, the dream of the smell of honeysuckle wafting into my bedroom window. The honeysuckle dream gave way to the joys of my reality: my good husband, son, grandsons, sisters, mom, mother in law, extended family, friends and a terrific new knee!