A Georgia gardenia bush. The smell will enrapture you. My Georgia daughter has one in her front yard, as do most of her neighbors. It’s been 18 years that I’ve been away …
A Georgia gardenia bush. The smell will enrapture you. My Georgia daughter has one in her front yard, as do most of her neighbors. It’s been 18 years that I’ve been away from its intoxicating aroma. (Not that Indiana doesn’t have them, but the climate is not as conducive for their abundance.)
When pulling Mimi-guard for my sweet grands in Atlanta, the task comes complete with Granddog responsibilities. An early-morning relief found me enjoying the smell of the fragrant gardenias and roses. A neighbor came out his door to leave for work. He kissed his wife and kids, bidded them a good day, gave them a one-by-one “I love you,” and got his car. He backed out of his driveway and pulled off. Suddenly, he backed up, pulled back in his driveway, and jumped out of the car.
“Looks like us – always forgetting something and running back in,” I thought. Not the case at all. He made his way to the gardenia bush and began picking a bouquet. As he plucked the flowers from their branches, he took the time to smell each one. He peeled off a few leaves, proudly arranging his bouquet in his hand, taking a good look at each angle, and then headed for the door. He entered with pride to surprise his bride with the hand-picked bouquet.
It cost him nothing but time out of an early day; the flower was already his. Taking the time to love bought that man a lot of insurance for a happy marriage. It takes so little to say “I love you, Honey.” Words are always great to hear, but putting your words into action pulls a lot of weight. A flower and time is a whole chapter of love in and of itself.