Myrtle and I love to harvest the flowers in the late afternoon, drowsy from dinner but always excited about our hunt for gorgeous buds. Having spent most of her days on Earth poking around the farm, this two-year old teaches me something new each time she takes my hand and pulls me along the garden paths. Picking calendulas today (edible flowers that also hold medicinal qualities), Myrtle reminded me gently not to pick all of the flowers. “We need to leave some for the bees,” she explained solemnly.

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