I am spellbound by mums this year. Actually I am every year, but this year the enchantment seems especially strong. I love that faint unmistakable fragrance of a mum. You can't miss it when you squat down so low you almost tumble onto the mums when taking a picture.
I'm pretty sure no one saw though. In the unlikely event that the near tumble was caused by a low blood sugar, I staggered down the street and had a little breakfast.