Burned Toast or Petunias?

Yesterday, I wanted a really crisp English Muffin with my egg. I hit the handle of the toaster a second time and went about my business. A few seconds later the smoke/heat detector blared it’s anger and I was frantically grabbing for something to fan the silly thing to stop it’s noise!

Good news – I had a crispy, crunchy, scrumptious English Muffin (what’s some black stuff among friends!)

Bad news – the whole house smelled like burned toast for hours! Not pleasant!

We have three baskets full of beautiful petunias by our front door. Massive collections of pink and purple blooms that sit there day after day in the sun, cold or hot, wind and rain. Regardless of the weather, in the early morning or evening we walk into the most wondrous fragrance – causing us to stop, inhale deeply and smile!

After the fire?

After the problems?

After the unexpected, the upset plans, the disappointments?

After all our circumstances, is our fragrance

Burned Toast

or

Beautiful Petunias?