{"id":4,"date":"2010-01-13T01:31:00","date_gmt":"2010-01-13T01:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/?p=4"},"modified":"2010-05-20T19:33:57","modified_gmt":"2010-05-20T19:33:57","slug":"foolish-old-man-the-sweet-scent-of-spring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/2010\/01\/foolish-old-man-the-sweet-scent-of-spring\/","title":{"rendered":"Foolish Old Man &#8211; The Sweet Scent of Spring&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/uploaded_images\/violets-and-quart-jar-762031.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; cursor: hand; width: 227px; height: 320px;\" src=\"http:\/\/www.psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/uploaded_images\/violets-and-quart-jar-762027.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>The flowers in the lobby look a little sad today. They are drooping and falling onto the table. But the scent hits me as soon as I entered the seventh floor lobby.<\/p>\n<p>The sweet-smelling purple flowers fill the room with life, if only for a moment.<\/p>\n<p>Stepping off the elevator and into the lobby, the only person I see is Kirk. With his back to the elevator, he seems to sense that it is me&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;those are Violets you smell&#8230;&#8221; he said &#8220;I ought to know! I&#8217;ve trimmed them this morning as I have done for forty-seven seasons!&#8221; he continued as-matter-of-factly.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hi Kirk! I&#8230;.&#8221; I squeezed in, but he just continued&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Forty-seven springs of bloom did I tender!&#8221; He pauses as if all of a sudden lost in his own thoughts.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Even in Nam I grew them! I picked them every morning and placed them on the net of my helmet&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Wait a second! He&#8217;s not talking to me! he&#8217;s just recounting his memories. Re-living the moments that the scent of the violets brings.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nope! Nam couldn&#8217;t kill that&#8230;&#8221; Now Kirk seems to pause for a second and that causes me to wonder, &#8220;they could not kill his\u00a0plants\u00a0or his spirit?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That moment lasted for a few minutes and then all of a sudden a happy moment seems to sneak in. A slim smile graces his somber face as if a water leak just sprung\u00a0thru a crack in the solid stone wall&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We even had Violets at my oldest&#8217;s wedding!&#8221; he joyfully shares.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Every Spring my daughters used to wake up to the sweet scent of violets in our home. I don&#8217;t know why, but slowly the weight of the years and the slipping of the months seem to make the sweet scent just fade away.&#8221; he stops as almost to ponder that thought<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know why, but Violets just seemed to be around less and less till one day&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Kirk now stopped!<\/p>\n<p>I waited but the pause just lingered.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;&#8230;till one day what, Kirk? what happened?&#8221; I implored to know. He never reveals any bits about his past, but when moments slip out like this, well I am anxious to know.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;One day&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>My dear, sweet Betty.. .<\/p>\n<p>was gone.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Kirk stopped all together. The trip down memory lane ended and he just slumped forward in his chair. Kirk reverted back to being a resident at the nursing home and the only thing running now is the drool down his cheek.<\/p>\n<p>So sad to see them just stop like that. But even sadder is that something caused them to shutdown those memories.<\/p>\n<p>The memories are repressed, almost as a way to not hurt any longer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div class=\"entry-summary\">\nThe flowers in the lobby look a little sad today. They are drooping and falling onto the table. 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