What if we let the weeds grow freely?
I thought about this from the perspective of parenting when I read this article about naturalists encouraging people not to mow lawns or pluck weeds, in an effort to encourage biodiversity.
Biodiversity, it is argued, is good for everyone, including animals and endangered bees.
Naturalists encourage us to look at weeds not as invasive, but contributors of unique beauty.
I thought back to the first photo I posted of T when I started this blog in 2019.
T swinging on the outside instead of the inside reminds me why he can be like a wildflower.
He may come across like the active duck in a family of calm ducklings or the bright dandelion in a field of tulips.
I wouldn’t have him any other way.
We live in a society that needs more awareness and understanding of neurodiversity.
How wonderful is it to stare out into a field of dandelions – like the one on the other side of our backyard – and see a golden carpet of sunshine rather than a gardener’s nightmare?
What if we looked at wildflowers in society with these eyes and accommodate them into our gardens instead of weeding them?
We’ve been blessed with nine consecutive days of sunny warm weather.
The perennials in our garden are blooming, giving us a vibrant visual feast.
Our cherry tree bloomed its beautiful white petals, a sight we enjoy for a handful of days each year.
We spent this weekend getting ready for our annual gardening during the May long weekend.
We stopped by a nursery. Like last year, we let T pick a flower to plant in our garden. He could pick any one he wanted.
This year, we let him pick two. He chose these lovely pink and yellow flowers.
The hubby muttered to me that they didn’t match the colour palette he had in mind.
And that’s ok.
We’ll think of T as these lovely yellows and pinks sprout over the next few months.
Earlier this week, the hubby noticed a hole in our garden. He was convinced and annoyed that squirrels were burying food there.
Yesterday morning, he called excitedly for T and I to come out for a surprise.
It turns out baby rabbits were nesting inside.
T stared at the babies with delight and care.
Then we covered the nest back up with the grass that the mother bunny had used – to leave nature alone and let it take its course.