I have always loved having fresh flowers in our house, and I make a happy habit of grabbing an inexpensive bunch of flowers as part of my weekly grocery shopping. I've always dreamed of having a flower garden hardy enough to allow me to cut flowers to bring inside without really taking away from the beauty of the garden.
The thing is, I plant flowers for the express purpose of being able to cut them and bring them inside. Why, then, is it always so bittersweet when I take the clippers and actually sever the flower from its growing place? Ah - it gets me every time!
But then I have a sweet little bouquet of flowers that actually came from my garden. A pretty reminder of what I planted and watered and nurtured, all before butchering them in order to enjoy a selfish floral display indoors.
Ok, ok, it's not that dramatic, but I really do feel a twinge of angst when I snip that flower stalk.
To cut or not to cut?
There really is no question,
but I still feel a little bad when I do.