I walked into my sitting room today and wondered what the sweet perfume could be.
It couldn't be the prunings from the garden
which I had stuffed into a vase rather than throw in the bin,
because I knew they didn't have any scent.
I have been around these flowers since I was a kid,
when they grew in my parents garden over seventy years ago.
My plants come from cuttings of theirs,
and I have transplanted them,
and weeded around them ever since.
My nose has been close to them more times than I could count
as I have worked in the garden,
so I would have known if they bore any perfume wouldn't I?
But guess what?
Bending over them I realized they do have a scent but I had never caught it before.
I had never brought them indoors before either,
so perhaps the scent was intensified by being in the enclosed space.
Whatever the reason, the perfume came as a surprise.
Something so familiar I thought I knew all about
had an added dimension I never suspected.
The lesson is too obvious to spell out isn't it?
I can't help wondering what else I think I know all about,
and really don't.
Humbling.
Humbling.
Be Blessed
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