Wednesday, June 13, 2007
On flower gardens
The belladonna delphiniums are blooming
I realized what purpose my flower gardens serve for me.
When our first batch of chicks was small, it was such a delight to watch them, mainly because of the contrast with the mix of feelings I felt for my own chick, who was a little over two at the time. Not that babies/toddlers/small children aren't fun if they're yours, they're a delight, but there's always a bit of heightened awareness mixed in with your observation of their play. Not anxiety, exactly; it's just...mothering, I suppose. With the chicks it was simply (grandparental) fun.
The flowers? No anxiety, just delight. The vegetables, on the other hand...