House full of flowers.
The white is full-on elderflower. Knock it back beside the back door wide open to the breeze, imagining that today will go on forever.
The red is more subtle, though still sweet. Honey, almonds, soft fruits. Sip it slowly, feet up, all night to spend.
These glorious wild sweet peas have no fragrance, or maybe they withhold it when the roses push through the house like noisy guests, wait instead for their own moment to shine?
At the allotment, despite the dust, the burn back, crowds of white marguerites fill every sway. They came to grow there. Easy gardening. They bring the bees.