I remember thinking how ridiculous my mother was
when she said she preferred
looking at flowers in the garden
rather than in the house.
She only ever cut a few at a time, usually things that needed pruning anyway or had been snapped off.
Why not cut a bouquet, I said.
Why not leave them outside for the birds and bees to enjoy, she said.
And I laughed.
Silly woman, I thought. You’re missing the whole point of a garden.
I was young.
Birds and bees weren’t a thing anyone talked about then.
I get her now.
She’d laugh if she knew.
p.s. Anyone with voracious tulip-decapitating squirrels is exempt from above sentiments and wise to cut the biggest bouquets their house will hold.