A Dried Lavender Keepsake

I trotted back inside after that sweet flower shop visit and scampered straight onto the living room sofa to unpack my evening! Tucked safely under my arm was a tiny dried sprig of purple lavender I had carried home. Resting across the throw cushion was an open pocket matchbox with its little cardboard tray pulled halfway out. With both paws, I carefully nestled the fragrant purple stalk right into the cozy box bed and gave the drawer a firm, satisfying nudge shut. Now a sweet breath of the flower bench is tucked away right beside my pillow!