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.
Of course honeysuckle can become invasive and an irritation. I did not care about these potential problems when I planted honeysuckle to scale a lattice placed on our fence near our bedroom. That was in the spring of 1995. This special honeysuckle was to bloom multiple times each year, unlike the "wild" variety. There was honeysuckle of the old fashioned variety planted to disguise the first compost pile we made here at 3871. Neither variety produced blooms in the profusion of the old plant at the Farnsworth house. The compost pile was moved a few years ago. The old fashioned honeysuckle became part of the composted material.
This morning about 7:45 I went into the backyard to do an hour or two of work. I spent probably 6 to 7 hours in the backyard trimming, shaping and transplanting various plants. I have 3 huge piles of removed vegetation to be carried away. The trimmings from the knot garden plants are not even raked together. And there is still more stuff needing to be trimmed. Yikes! Will I ever get this yard back in shape?!? I will not allow myself to become overwhelmed with the vision.


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!
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