The most extraordinary thing has just happened. I am sitting here in my kitchen at around 1.00am with the windows wide open. I was looking for yellow roses to put up in a bid to send all good wishes for Mother's Day to my friends, be they mothers of their own children, nephews, nieces, 'adopted' neighbourhood children, fur kids, grandmothers acting as mothers whilst their daughters go out to work, fathers who act as mothers because their children for one reason or another do not have mothers when the sweetest of scents surrounded me. I know the aroma does not come from anything that's growing outside my kitchen window. The scent has lingered and continues to do so. Yellow roses were Daddy's favourite flower and not an anniversary or birthday passed without him having them delivered to Mummy. I suddenly feel very, very safe. Happy Mother's Day!
So amazing! I think they were there with you ♥
ReplyDeleteI am sure so. When my daughter read it and we talked about it later she reminded me of St Theresa too.
ReplyDeleteI thought of St. Therese when I read this too. And also of Mary. The scent of roses is also associated with Her. And She is indeed a loving Mother to be represented on Mother's day.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right but I didn't think of Her either. Maybe I was thrice blessed?.
DeleteAnd of course, it's Mary's month too.
DeleteIt does sound like a special blessing for your heart which was full of love for so many others....
ReplyDeleteSomething certainly happened. Nice to see you here.
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