Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Even here,
though out of view
as yet, unseen
its singular scent
enwraps my
senses;
Romantic
Irrepressible
Unforgettable.
Causing me
to pause,
to full inhale,
as visions of a long ago
invade and deep pervade
my mind;
Beautiful
Serene
Green.
A young man
shyly pins it to her dress
And she, in turn
returns his
loving gaze;
Silent
Innocent
Timeless.
This creamy gardenia, a warm, fragrant, iconic summer bloom, was for my parents the romantic symbol of their courtship. It was the summer of 1944 (I was not yet a glimmer in Daddy’s eye), when on every date, he would present a delicate gardenia blossom to the love of his life. Today, I nurse the buds on my gardenia ‘tree’, recalling with each new blossom, the romantic story they shared with me, so very long ago.
Photo Friday: #warm
I love that you are such a romantic.
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Daddy’s little girl…always!
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So beautiful love the story we both share so glad I got to see it bloom the other day 💗💗💗
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I should have picked the first bloom for you…next time!love you.
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Absolutely lovely! Trish
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Thanks, Trish!
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