It's way too late and I'm far too sleepy to figure it out tonight, but tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow......
UPDATE: This is a photo of a fellow lady passenger with a lovely bouquet she called "Tussy Mussy," standing on the train platform with her husband and me before daylight in Rhinebeck, N.Y several weekends ago. We were waiting for the Amtrak to speed us down the Hudson River to Penn Station.
She had made this herself from herbs and flowers in her garden (including sage, thyme, parsley, marigolds, clover, bachelor buttons and white anemones) as a gift for her daughter in New York City. We were both going into the City to early church----they to St. John the Divine, where her daughter was to dance that morning, and I to Redeemer Presbyterian to hear Tim Keller, one of my favorite pastors in America, preach the Gospel. I was joined for church by Whit and Lauren.
The lady on the platform told me, though Tussy Mussy is mostly associated with weddings today, in early England before the 20th Century it was made and carried---long before air conditioning and air quality control---by ladies as an air freshner and deoderizer from offensive smells when they were in stuffy buildings, unsavory accommodations or travel mode.
I quite like that idea of ladies carrying or wearing little bouquets of sweet smelling herbs and flowers with them whence they go. Seeing her Tussy Mussy certainly brightened the early morning wait, while the rest of the world was fast asleep.
I was totally charmed by this homemade bouquet. And the scent was other worldly.
Have a great weekend.