Many years ago a frost was predicted for that certain night. I didn't want my marigolds and zinnias to die so I cut a HUGE bouquet and split it saving one half for us and taking the other down the alley to our friend Vivian and her husband Ben. About 2 months later I got a hand painted watercolor in the mail from Vivian and Ben. Thinking it was nice I set it up so I could admire it. Then it dawned on me. The bouquet was the one I gave them and she painted it in her art studio. I framed it and it's one of my precious treasures. They have both died since then. We had a killing frost last night, I guess that's why I thought of it.