A couple days ago, my five year old granddaughter and I made a little bouquet. I have very few flowers this year so we used every bloom we could find around the yard – basil, mint, honeysuckle, tall phlox, and the lovely, purple ornamental grass spikes. She forgot to take the bouquet home so she wrote me this note.

It says:
“My heart was broken last night. I forgot my bouquet of flowers. I really hope I get them tomorrow.” And she signed her name.

Oh my heart had such a tug! The night she left the bouquet, I saw it still sitting on the table and considered driving it to her house!
Well, she was back today so we made a new bouquet. Flowering basil and mint, English ivy, ornamental grass flowers, a little butterfly bush and the very last Scepter’d Isle roses.

The rosebush is bare but this little bouquet went home with her, much to her delight. Love has a scent; it smells like mint and rose.