I recently had to thin out my bachelor buttons, a.k.a. cornflowers, because they were taking over my garden. My no-longer-four-year-old neighbor (she's 5 now!!!) noticed me snipping blossoms and sticking them in the dyepot. She came running, full steam, to plead for a blue bouquet.
As I cut a dozen or so straight-stemmed blossoms for her, she asked if she could have a pillow cushion, too.
A pillow cushion?!?
She pointed to my purple pincushion flowers.
"Oh, my goodness," I exclaimed! "I can't believe you remember the name of those!"
Her mother promptly added, "She practices the names of your flowers every day."
Pillow cushions it is! The perfect birthday bouquet!