When we decided to grow flowers along with our vegetables a few years ago, I thought I would always have a vase full of fresh beauties in the house. I had dreamed of a cutting garden. I love arranging them, and I never tire of looking at them on the dining room table.
While I do bring them inside, I have realized that I enjoy watching the bees and butterflies going about their business of keeping our world beautiful and healthy even more.
Lovely, Janna.
Brings to mind this (other) favorite of mine...
e.e. cummings:
voices to voices, lip to lip i swear (to noone everyone) constitutes undying; or whatever this and that petal confutes . . . to exist being a peculiar form of sleep what's beyond logic happens beneath will; nor can these moments be translated: i say that even after April by God there is no excuse for May - bring forth your flowers and machinery: sculpture and prose flowers guess and miss machinery is the more accurate, yes it delivers the goods, Heaven knows (yet are we mindful, though not as yet awake, of ourselves which shout and cling, being for a little while and which easily break in spite of the best overseeing) i mean that the blond absence of any program except last and…