lessons from a child

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I used to be such a fuddy-duddy-stick-in-the-mud about the flowers that grow in my garden. I had this idea that I wanted to enjoy them in their natural setting. Then I would be sad at the end of their lives or when one got plucked or if one got overly large and weighted down. Enjoying flowers on their stems is virtually impossible with a little girl around who just wants to touch and rip and grab all beautiful things.

Now I'm glad when one is yanked prematurely or if many fall over from their magnificence. I gather up what I can and put them in a vase. No doubt this isn't new to anyone aside from myself. My family never had flowers growing out in the  yard when I was a child. They only had a practical, albeit very large garden full of vegetables. So while I like to grow flowers, for years I had no idea what to do with them.

My daughter teaches me something new everyday.