This evening I would like you to write a Prose piece which includes the line: “I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace” from the poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.”
Feeling nostalgic as I plant one more peony bush in containers on my patio garden. Pink is the chosen color, just like the ones I had in my country garden home over ten years ago. The cut peony blooms so large and fragrant that only one bloom was enough to scent my entire home.
I had other flowers, iris that had been handed down to us from my husband’s grandmother, who maintained a huge variety of iris even in her nineties.
I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace, always delicate and inviting on the edges of a large container. It goes well in contrasting dusty miller as a border.
The patio garden is not ideal and I miss the green grass and pink crab apple tree blossoms as well, but this will do, bringing back scented memories.