Ch-ch-cherry, no Lemon Balm

He agreed with her, and got back to his feet and began to lead her onwards. She jumped up herself, and followed obediently beside him, walking with her head faced up towards him. She wanted to hear everything he had to say, and her smile was for him alone as her tail wagged gently behind her.

“Okay, so I can use Camomile in spring, and Violet when, daddy?” she asked, trying to clarify the seasons for the plants he spoke of. She wanted to do her best by him, and sought to remember the names of the herbs as he spoke.

He would get her to stop, and smell the air, asking what herbs she could catch. She did so, closing her eyes as she sniffed extensively around her, and caught the scent of the mint. “Mint daddy?” she asked him, opening her eyes and bouncing forward. She landed in front of a cluster of the mint and sniffed it again, beaming up at her father as she did so.