Honeysuckle, Jimson weed and Jerusalem oak seed My grandfather loved two things beyond all else: the sound of rain that comes in the night and sleeping in a feather bed. His greatest joy was when the two came together. When I was a child in my grandfather’s house, there were summer nights when I would wake to hear him shuffling blindly though the kitchen. I would rise to see him, clad in his white …showed first 75 words of 730 total…

…showed last 75 words of 730 total…filled with what is probably millions of wasp and forgotten relics, but the one I dream about most is the featherbed (gone now) and the soft rain and the warmth of my grandfather’s body – and the sense of security that he gave me in the warm darkness. Sometimes on rainy summer nights, I climb up the stairs and unroll a sleeping bag on the floor. “Honeysuckle and Jimson Weed,” I say. “Jerusalem oak seed.”