I bet I know what you're thinking...
"Great,
another photo of Leigh's
Gardenia bush."
I just can't help it, y'all.
My Gardenia bushes make me so happy
that I will celebrate the blooms over and over again.
One of the reasons that they make me so happy
is because I pretty much ignore them
until the beautiful flowers pop open
and suddenly my front yard smells dreamy.
By now, ya'll must be on a first name basis
with my lovely Miss Huff's Lantana.
I know that I've rambled
on and
on about them
and even wrote a
poem declaring my love for them.
These tough ladies don't need my help at all.
I just adore that I walk past this bush every single day
and then one sunny morning
when I step out on my porch, the flowers say
"Good morning and how do you do?"
Pure happiness!
You see, I have a black thumb.
I even managed to kill a cactus once,
and they are pretty tough to kill.
So, I celebrate the flowers in my life
that show up despite the fact
that I don't do one thing to keep them alive.
Like the Rose bush on my back deck that
I can see it through my kitchen window
while I load the dishwasher.
The dainty flowers are actually pretty bawdy
and almost defiantly bloom above their thorns.
I love the flowers
that love me
even though
I only love them
when they show up.
Right now,
all three of these bushes are in bloom
and I feel like old friends have stopped by for a visit
even though I haven't called them in a year.
We have an unconditional love
Want to join me in my quest
to scout out happiness for a whole year?
Simply post a photo of something that
makes you wildly happy and tell us all about it.
Then, steal my button and include it in your post.
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