Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Stop...and smell the flower
I was just in the kitchen preparing supper in the Crockpot. At the kitchen sink I could smell a sweet scent coming from the gardenia flower that my husband picked for me this weekend at my Dad's house. I immediately put it in water on the window sill. As I was smelling it this morning I realized I had not smelled it before. It is now past it's prime, even turning brown in a few spots, but it smells so wonderful. It made the task I was doing that much more pleasant. There is a lesson to be learned in such small things.
Quilt til your arm falls off...