honeysuckle

there are vines and vines of honeysuckle growing in our back yard.  if you' ve never smelled honeysuckle, its sweet and it smells like you're not in new jersey,  if you've ever smelled new jersey, that is.

you can usually smell it first thing in the morning and at night, especially after a rain.  

it reminds me of the sweetness that can come when you least expect it.  who would know that the vines growing all over your fence that look like weeds will produce simple little blooms that carry in themselves a scent that fills a whole garden.  each breath becomes a pleasure, a dream that gives way to a feeling of release from the day, from the world, from anything you catagorize in the 'rut' section of your day...

oh no...the honey suckle is magical.  it reminds me of other times the unexpected sweetness came...like the night me and my sister denise were caught in the rain in the back of a pick up truck in key west, and she kept asking 'where's the beach' and i pointed to the side of the road 10 feet away from us and said, 'there, there it is...right there is the atlantic.....'or the time me and paulie sat on a curb behind his motorcycle on the side of the road and told each other that we loved eachother...or....well you know what i mean.

life is sweet, and the honeysuckle reminds me that the sweetest things in life are usually unexpected, not obvious, but pungeant enough to fill your whole being with beauty that can transport you, transform you....take you to your best places.

once the nieghbors tried to cut it down, because it grows from thier yard over our fence, but i asked them not to, so they didn't cut it.

sometimes the people you least expect are responsible for the sweetness.  like my old friend from college who i had all but lost touch with asking me to be his 8 year old daugher's god mother.  

you just never know.