These are in a hanging basket at the nursing / rehab here in Andrews. These are what my mom planted along the border of her garden out back of the house in Minnesota. I was fascinated with them as a little, tiny kid, because they were always filled with honey bees. The second I saw these I thought of my own mom and Jesus’ mom. Flowers from mom to mom. I like that. From a mom with a troublesome kid (me) to a mom with a kid who comes not bring peace but a sword (Jesus). I love that.
The guy ultimately responsible for getting these for the nursing / rehab happened to be walking out with me the other day and I asked him what they were, telling him the story about my mom planting these back home when I was a kid. But even he couldn’t put a name on them. ???
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 
Sweet alyssum….and it’s very fragrant
Thanks for that.
At first glance, I thought the name was “sweet asylum”. Could one refer to Heaven as such? Or is “sweet asylum” better applied to purgatory?