I smiled and left it on top of the piano.
Then in need of some seeds for the allotment I opened the box. A small yellow plastic propagator, a round of compacted soil and a tiny packet of seeds fell out followed by flying fairy stickers.
I wet the compost and magically it grew and grew until it filled the propagator. I sprinkled the seeds and watched them on the kitchen window ledge. They sprouted into hundreds of green shoots which packed the tray like visitors at the Chelsea flower show.
I carefully split the fragile seedlings into pots and promoted them to the greenhouse where they continued to shoot towards the sky until I was forced to transplant them into 'Lottie's' flower beds. There I sprinkled magic dust and waited....
Each time we water the allotment I skip (I wish) in a circle around the flowers singing to Mr H...
"I grew these flowers from seed; I grew these flowers from seed; heh ho the poppy O; I grew these flowers from seed!"
Red and pink poppies sway in the breeze; pink and blue cornflowers bob on their stems
Wild flowers which for me have no name, twinkle in the sun.....