|By Ann Richards|
We were bored!
"MeMe, make Tierra quit calling me names", complained Darren.
"Make Darren stay out of my room!" retorted Tierra.
I was visiting family in Dunbar and we had exhausted our list of things
Six year old Darren got out his Frisbee and we threw it around for
awhile. The walk began as the Frisbee throwing ended,
with Darren running and skipping and me keeping up with him. It was
beginning to be an aerobic experience.
Spring was springing! I slowed down to enjoy the beautiful blooming
trees and flowers lining the streets and sidewalks.
Dunbar is a clean, tidy place. Everyone takes pride in making their
property look good. "Pretty good, for being in the city", I
thought to myself.
But, missing the country, I decided there was "too much noise here for
Then, there it was, a sweet gift from God, just for me, right in the
middle of metropolis. In the corner of the grassy yard, next
to the sidewalk stood a wild, pink honey suckle in full bloom. "No
Trespassing" the sign said. But, it was getting dark and no
one was around.
I stepped close enough to bend down and smell the blossoms of this
lovely plant, being out of it's element as I was.
For a fleeting moment I and the honeysuckle were one, as I reflected on
days gone by when I found wild honeysuckles in the
woods where there was no hustle-bustle; no worry about how to "make ends
meet", no boredom and no sadness. Just
"What's that, MeMe?" Darren queried, bringing me back to the present.
I turned my attention to last years acorns he
clutched in his hand and we turned to go home.