She enjoys creating these collages of flowers. She knows how to pick them with a stem, so that they may be stood upright in a vase. Yet, when left to her own devices, she creates these, with great intention.
When I ask her what she calls these flower mosaics, she tells me, “It’s a salad.” I don’t believe they’re all edible, I tell her delicately. “I know, Mama” she says.
“It’s a salad for the bees.”