Tuesday, April 09, 2013

All God's Creatures Got a Place in the Choir

Mim likes to make me bouquets from the flowers growing around our house. Previously she used any flowers from anywhere, but in the last couple years she has finally grasped that flowers are not free to anyone regardless of where they are growing. However boring and arbitrary it might seem, you cannot go pick any flower that might strike your fancy.

What I love about this bouquet is that, along with the Daffodils, she has included some weeds and wildflowers. To a child, they're all beautiful, so why not?

Actually, I agree with her. This is one of the reasons I will never have a perfectly even, green lawn, or beautiful, well-manicured flower beds. I think the purple haze of henbit that covers the lawns is much prettier than Bermuda grass. Why not? They're all plants? Why do we have to pick favorites?

Our lawn here is mostly "weeds" of various kids, clover, tiny wild strawberries, wild chives, patches of crab grass, henbit, and things I don't even recognize. It's beautiful and soft and always a botanical adventure.

Art keeps saying that he's going to Round-Up the yard to get a more uniform, grassy green. I keep distracting him until it's too late in the season. I like my flowers and patchy greens. I must defy convention in at least this one tiny area of my life.


aftergrace said...

I agree with you. I'm a little bohemian when it comes to gardening too.

Lilibeth said...

You just have a naturalized garden.