Saturday, March 31, 2012
Redbud and Honeysuckle
I don't have any particular memories of honeysuckle. This bush is not so impressive from a distance, but upclose you appreciate its delicate blooms and the heavenly smell from the branches. We have a hillside covered with honeysuckle and you can smell it from quite a distance away. Maddison was not so impressed with the smell of this spring experience, but maybe it will trigger a memory on a warm spring day 20 or so years from now. She may get a whiff of the sweet fragerance, close her eyes and remember a day, many, many years earlier and smile. She won't know quite why, but it will make her think of days spent wandering around Mimi and Papa's farm.
I don't have a lot of material possessions to leave to my family. I am not a collector of antiques or jewelry, I don't quilt or crochet or create beautiful crafts to pass down to anyone. Neither did my mother. I have very few of her "worldly possessions". But she gave me patience and caring. She shared her love of nature and life and oh so many memories of times spent together. My wish is that I can do the same thing for my children and grandchildren. Redbuds and honeysuckle. . . and the memories they bring.