As I walk in my kitchen I can smell my first Gardenia blossom that I picked yesterday. I love it.
It reminds me of my Grandma Davis’ house and all the great memories there.
It’s the little things – the little joys – that brighten my life.
As I walk in my kitchen I can smell my first Gardenia blossom that I picked yesterday. I love it.
It reminds me of my Grandma Davis’ house and all the great memories there.
It’s the little things – the little joys – that brighten my life.
Beautiful, too!
That is ironic, my husband said the same thing the flowers at this apartment remind him of his Grandma and good times.