Now you can imagine my garden, small as it was, as an inn. Some of the insects came to sleep and breed. Some came to eat and drink. Perhaps many came at the beck of bright colors and cheery smells. I discovered the joy, not only of observing the flowers, but the insect life that they attracted.
My three year old daughter loves to pick flowers. I love my three year old daughter. I also love my flowers. Do we have a dilemma? Little girls love beauty. As I watch my little one wander through my flower garden, my heart trembles. For one, my garden suffers! My daughter’s feet don’t always step…