I love them in my yard and my heart is full when they are in bloom.
When Evelyn passed the stage of learning how to walk and entered into the “stop and look at everything while walking” stage, she began to pick me flowers.
Everywhere we went she found a flower. Some days it was beautiful, her chubby little toddler fingers presenting them to mom rewarded her with a “Thank you”, a kiss and a hug. Some days it was used as a stalling tactic. If she didn’t want to leave our current location, she would stop and pick a flower. Some days this habit seemed annoying when she would pick flowers I had asked her to leave alone. I tried to explain to her that flowers in other people’s yard were not for picking. Mr. L would tell her that if every kid picked a flower there would be no more flowers. Some days I told her we just didn’t have time. This was pointless and I began to add 5 minutes to our morning routine so we would have enough time for Evelyn to stop and pick flowers.
Lately, Evelyn has been busy with school, life and playing with her treasures in the yard and her flower picking happens less frequently.
Casey and Will have stepped up to fill the void.
Will was the first to start picking Mommy flowers. He was especially happy with the reward of hugs, kisses and he seemed to enjoy the smile it brought to my face. His sweet little hands and big blue eyes look at me, waiting to see my reaction. I would take them from his hand and off he would go to find more.
Casey, who does not like to be out done by his brother and will do anything he can to keep up, also began picking flowers. He watched what was happening and off he went to the white flowers, he too awaiting my reaction.
Evelyn, she spends time picking out just the right flower.
Will, he is careful to pick the whole flower and some stem.
Casey, his little finders grab the flower not caring about their condition when they get to me.
Lizzie, never caught on to this phenomenon and is usually annoyed no one is playing with her.
As for the flowers, I save none but the memories (and a picture or two).