If you would please pardon my delay, I have been under the weather these past few days, quite down and out with something nasty. Your rosemary bread went quite well with the soup I found myself living on. This will have to serve as my excuse for not sending along anything fancy, just one of my famous cinnamon buns. I can make them in my sleep at this point, so it was easy.

Coffee is a tricky flavor to work with. I'm not sure in the scone would work, but certainly on the side. Perhaps you will grace me with your company in the shop one time soon and I'll brew you a cup. A touch of honey and it will all work out.

You overestimate my knowledge of flowers. I usually leave that up to your mother when she asks me to bake sweets for an event she's hosting. I will brainstorm some flowers that start with D however, as these are the clues I have; Daisy? Daffodil? Daphne? Dahlia? Dittany? Are any of you named after magical plants? That will open up a whole world of things I cannot remember. I feel like I've done some correspondence with a Daffodil Potts regarding orders in the past, and the cadence to the writing was much different, so I will presume you are not that Miss Potts. Was I close with any of the others?

I do have a sibling, just a younger sister. She and my parents live down in England. I haven't seen them in a while. I should visit one of these days.