There are nearly flowers on my gifted chamomile plant, which is fast outgrowing its makeshift pot.

I hope to use it to make tea.

“I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.

His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!

‘One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.’

But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.” 
― Beatrix Potter, The Tale of Peter Rabbit