This ragtag little guy was the only gardenia left--out of myriad blooms on three gardenia bushes--when I trekked into the desert of our backyard yesterday. It was down at the very bottom of the bush, almost on the ground, yellowed and browned from the extreme heat we are experiencing.
However, when I brought it in and placed it in the smallest room in our home, it gave off the most aromatic incense that greeted me with arms of lovely fragrance every time I walked in.
You may be battle-scarred today from the wars of this life but remember--that is when the rose radiates its most beautiful fragrance--when it has been crushed--
