My little boy picked me some bluebells from the garden. I put them in a tumbler, on top of the piano. My Mum planted flowers around the front of our house, little pots of colour. My friend brought me a bunch, with white and pink roses. I don’t know the names of the flowers that Mum planted, or the other flowers in the bouquet Liz gave me. If I had time and room in my brain, I would find out more about flowers, wild and cultivated. I know their colours are beautiful and they make me happy. Is that enough?