Gather your berries and blossoms and leaves
To make magic potions that smell so sweet.
Stain your small fingers, your apron, your knees
Then offer the perfumes to all that you meet.
I meant to add a front pocket to Faye’s apron so she could store her treasures when she is gathering in the garden. I don’t want to unpick it, and she will have stains on it by the end of the day anyway, my ever-unkempt little darling.
Did you make perfumes as a child, with rose petals and dandelions and clover?
It’s those simple days I remember most. Long summers where there was nothing to do except be.