Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I love it when children are interested in gardens. Our four year old grandson is crazy for flowers and will gladly go see a rose garden or any botanical garden. As a baby, he loved the trees he could see from his stroller, and his sense of color is passionate. Right now he loves yellow, but before that his color was pink. He has bunches of artificial flowers which he arranges in baskets, in fact, he's rid me of all my fake flowers and many baskets. When we went to the garden two days ago, his mother bought him fake daffodils, and he was in heaven. He names flowers with his own imagination, His mother also bought him a live plant with a purple bloom, which he planted the next day in their side yard. My husband bought the same plant, in hot pink. I planted that in a pot in our back yard, as it is more protected, especially from squirrels digging up pots. All my children, when they were growing up were treated to fantastic gardens, like Buchart Gardens in Victoria, Busch Gardens in Florida, the Tea Garden and botanical garden in San Francisco, and many more. When we traveled abroad we made time for zoos and gardens. One of our favorite gardens was the one outside the Marmottan, in Paris, with it's pony rides and deep lush greens. In spring one time in Paris, we were treated to displays of tulips that dazzled us. Right now I'm pretty joyful about our scatterings of daffodils, snow drops, hyacinth and grape hyacinth, as well as the azaleas and camillias. The earth has so much bounty, and our eyes are treated to beauty wherever we look.