Edible?

I’m sure that’s what Juno is thinking. On Saturday the local WI had placed bunches of flowers of various sizes around the neighbourhood with lovely little notes to the finders. After collecting my bread from the Farmer’s market on Sunday Juno and I sat on this bench to watch the ducks (trying to train her not to chase all birds - that’s me vs. centuries of gun dog breeding...) and there we found this lovely little bunch that had somehow been overlooked the previous day.