Last Thursday we had a brilliant time comparing all the roses in the Rose Walk and choosing the fallen petals from the ones we liked best, to make perfume (hands up who spent large swathes of their childhood making jars of this stuff and wondering why it went rancid in a few days). The children could hardly be torn away from the collecting job and we had vast quantities of petals to stir up in our bowl. Good thing too: one of the gardeners informed us that 'real' rose perfume uses 9000 petals per drop...
Stirring, sieving, and generally mashing the perfume was just as popular. Meanwhile other children were making more unusual fragrances from other herbs: sage, mint, lemon balm, blackcurrant leaves. Chopping and 'pestling and mortaring' these was hard work but entered into with gusto.
4-year-old Izzy had noticed a wonderful hidey-hole for storytime in the rose garden, so she led us there with the jingly bells, and we had the story of the traveller who taught the cross old woman how to make soup out of a nail. Song time was a bit cramped in there but it did not cramp our style!
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Our beloved Queen Victoria
We sometimes bow to her before we set off into the woods!
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