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
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Published by Dorothy Johnson
I'm a lover of God, mother of three, grandmother of eight, and a collector of friends. I like nothing better than talking, listening, laughing and eating with that crowd. My husband, Terry, and I feel blessed to wake up each day to a magnificent view of the Arkansas River. An amazing variety of creatures, from bobcats and coyotes to deer, bunnies and nutria, along with all sorts of birds roam the natural area behind our house. We also share our home with three silly kitties. I often find a lesson in what I see both indoors and out on any given day and usually find myself writing about it. I hope you'll join me in exploring the ways God speaks to us through His creation.
View all posts by Dorothy Johnson
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.
LikeLike
Gorgeous gardenias, beautiful memories. Gardenias remind me of my Nana:)
LikeLike
How lovely, Dorothy! You are blessed with sweet memories of family and home.
LikeLike
I love the fragrance of gardenias as well. Your aroma-triggered memories are so precious. So glad you shared theme here.
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
Thanks, Freeda. It's true. I am blessed with good memories, as I know you are from your writing.
LikeLike
Thank you, DH. It was a sweet moment.
LikeLike
Thanks, Jane. I'm not sure if they thrive where you are or not, but you could ask at a nursery. Mine need to be moved to a better spot.
LikeLike
I love your memories of Searcy since that is my paternal family home, as you know.
LikeLike
Glad you liked it. Thanks for reading!
LikeLike
Wonderful trip down memory lane, DJ. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful heart.
LikeLike
Thanks, friend. They don't last long. I put the last three blossoms in a little bowl and set it nearby. Just love their fragrance.
LikeLike