There's a bunch of beautiful, beautiful roses sitting on my bench. Delicate pink petals with a dusty pink rim, they come from our neighbour's garden. He gave Frank the bunch on Saturday, and they've opened up and filled the kitchen with sweet, delicious scent.
We don't have any flowers worth cutting, although I do eat them from time to time. The marigolds and nasturtiums that is.
Anyway, I thought I might make some muffins for him and his family in exchange. A way of saying thank you for the beauty he dropped into our world.