As I was waiting for my dearest friend to arrive at -- and for my bus to leave for the train station, I stood in my garden. The birds were pecking at the last soft cherries in our cherry tree that ripened especially quick due to last week's summer heat and I was afraid nothing would be left on our return, yellow flowers were starting to appear from within the broccoli buds in my little allotment -- so they were becoming inedible -- and I was getting slightly annoyed the seasons wouldn't wait for her arrival here.

Luckily, the camomile field I had had my eyes on for nearly two weeks and wanted to save picking a bouquet from for doing so with Kimberley, was still there. 

We made two little ones and bound them together with yellow ochre yarn, to hang up in our rooms so they will smell like calmness and slightly bitter warmth.