Persian Carpet

If there is one sense that evokes my memory more than any other it is the sense of smell. Today the perfume from these wallflowers takes me back to my first year at school and the flowers on the desk of Mrs Lawler, my teacher. It also reminds me that my grandfather only ever plant Persian Carpet wallflowers and I so loved his small but perfect garden almost as much as I loved him. He probably kept the seeds from one year to the next, thrifty man that he was.