For just a few weeks every year, my eldest picks every flower she can find and brings it to me. Daffodils. Wild violets. Tulips. At first I wasn't sure I wanted our yards stripped bare, but then I realized she was bringing me gifts for the sheer joy of it. She was, quite literally, spreading joy.
Don't be afraid to cut your flowers. I don't get to cherish them if they aren't brought in, and you certainly will enjoy them more in a vase on your table than the passersby will.
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