For the Non-Gardener

So, I am definitely NOT of the "gardener variety." Yet, Miggity will give me tiny blossoms or herbs every now and then, and I can't help but feel a warm glow inside.
He gave this to me today... all potted in this perfectly rustic pot. So, I took a photograph and added some personal notes and emailed it to him. To make it extra special, I added a verse from a love poem I could most relate to.
I love thee,
As the glad bird loves
The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering (by Eliza Acton)