A beautiful childhood memory. |
A rainbow of color intertwining with the backdrop of the summer skies is the perfect setting for a picture. So many different flowers and towering over them all, as if to protect them, my beloved gardenia. The branches look as though they will snap from the weight of the blooms, and the fragrance is almost intoxicating. I took a seat on the ground near the bush. My childhood memories flooded my mind. The largest gardenia bush I'd ever seen stood beside Grandfather's porch. Hanging with blooms and the sweetest scent filled the air inside and out. Sunshine seemed to make the petals whiter and the bouquet stronger, while the rain made lovely images on the leaves. It kept our imaginations alive. Our youthful worries consisted of picking blackberries, fishing and climbing trees. People often interrupting our delightful time with Grandfather for a cutting of the beautiful old gardenia bush. Gathering my thoughts, I stood up and noticed a tear in my eye, but I had no remorse in my heart. Wiping it away and smiling, knowing I had a piece of Grandfather's bush growing in my own yard. I know the significance of that old gardenia bush. It holds the key to the sweetest flower and my precious gardenia memories. |