-honeysuckle, one of my favorite scents-

One Saturday evening not so long ago, Roger got a phone call from a neighbor lady who was wondering what could be done about the dead deer that was rotting beside the road near her house. The best advice he could come up with was that someone could tie it to the back of their pickup and drag it up to the strip mine and leave it for the birds to eat. And that was the end of that.

Until Sunday evening. We put the kids to bed, and then Roger drove off in the pickup to take care of the decaying deer himself. He managed to tie the animal to the back of his truck without getting into too much of an adventure, and got it all the way up the gravel road to the strip mine without it falling apart. I’m not sure how he managed the job. It was bad enough to drive past the deer with one window open.

I was mostly asleep by the time he came home, so I didn’t even hear if he was successful until the next morning at the bakery when I talked to him on the phone. After he told me the story and I hung up the phone, I was telling the deer story to my coworkers. I saw an odd look cross Melody’s face when I mentioned Roger dragging the deer down the road. It seemed to be…. a look of recognition. An aha moment.

After I finished my story, Melody told hers. She, Amanda and Emily had been driving home the night before and ended up behind Roger. That was a little amusing to me – the fact that anyone, especially people that we know, would find themselves driving behind Roger dragging a dead deer. But to add a sweet twist of irony to this story, one of those girls had a really great, spring-time idea: “Let’s open the windows and smell the honeysuckle!” Every other evening during the end of May, that stretch of road had smelled heavenly with the blooming honeysuckle everywhere. On that particular evening, though…. my friends had a shocking surprise waiting to drift in the windows….

Roger told me later that he had seen them driving right behind them; he wondered why they suddenly slowed down and put so much room between the vehicles. If only he had known that they were expecting a nice whiff of honeysuckle…

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About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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4 Responses to -honeysuckle, one of my favorite scents-

  1. Mom says:

    Too funny!

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  2. Either you live an unusually fascinating life or you just have the unique gift of sharing incidents that the rest of us fail to recognize as a really good story!

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  3. Amy says:

    This made me laugh! I love honeysuckle too, but am not sure it would be my favorite after that “road kill” scent!

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