“But the air is suddenly thick with the aroma of chamomile blossoms, and the fragrance--- soft, herbaceous, green--- steadies my pulse. It is the scent of patience, the garden's assurance that it won't be long now. Today, the flowers promise. Today I will learn if my little gifts have done more harm than good. Today we will know if this is the end... or the beginning.”
Book:The Memory Gardener