Gardenia Breezes

The fragrance of gardenias greets me as I walk through the den. I know it’s from the bouquet a friend gave me yesterday. Yet for a moment, I’m transported back to the living room of a little white house on Pear Street in the day of open windows and the enormous gardenia bush planted beneath them.





Home Sweet Home
610 North Pear Street
 
Mother & Lily Fay Fuller
Their friendship dated back to school days

Is that the murmur of voices and tinkle of laughter? Of Mother and Daddy visiting with family and friends—maybe even you—as its heady scent drifts in
on the evening breeze? Once again, I’m that little pitcher with big ears, taking in tidbits of gossip and family history.





If only I’d kept a journal. Then again, perhaps I did.

Like childish scribbles, precious memories are inscribed upon my heart.

What takes you back in time?

 
 
5 I have thought about the days of old, the years of long ago.

6 I remember my song in the night. I think with my heart…

Ps. 77:5-6
 


14 thoughts on “Gardenia Breezes

  1. If it weren't a sin, I'd be envious of your gardenia bouquet. Of four bushes, I had four blooms. I didn't pluck a one, tho' I wrote about one: It bloomed on the front bush, and it seemed the daisy and tansy stalks moved over to give it room. I took a pic, but it's still in my camera. Love your 'memories.' Love you.

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  2. So lovely and sweet with truth. Thank you for the memory.
    Does a Gardenia grow up here? We had them in Camden and my mother had several. They grow in Hot Springs, but I was not sure about “up north” in Arkansas. How I'd love to plant one.

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  3. I have the two on the deck that I mentioned before that I rescued from Sam's and they have lots of buds, opening slowly.The two little bushes in the front are in the wrong place and never bloom much. So far no blooms on them. Love your poetry. Thanks for reading.

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  4. I never have enough for a bouquet on my little bushes. A friend did the these for church Sunday and insisted I bring them home. I bet your Nana was around my mother's age. Thanks for reading.

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