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...
1 comment:
Awwww!!! Sha!!! I love the smell of gardenia too. I think you should just talk about whatever you feel like that day because what's interesting to some might not be interesting to others and vice versa. That's why you are the only person who has to like the blog!!
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