The scent of Calendulas takes me back to when I was little and we had them growing at the edge of the back deck. They usually had little bugs crawling in them...and if we showed a bug to my baby sister she would stomp her little fat legs up and down in what we called her "bug dance". Now that she has a gorgeous garden, I picked these from there. I would also like to give credit to my nephew, affectionately known as Bobbins, for the awesome drawing of tanks and explosions that I included.