Thats what I ask myself every summer when I spray on bug spray (that's never seemed to work), before going outside to water drooping flowers.
Remind me again, why is flower gardening fun?
But this day in early May, when I've just come back inside from hand-picking the bouquet shown below, I shout a resounding, "Yes!"
I need them as much as they need me on a hot, dry summer day.
I need their soul deep beauty. Without it, something in me withers.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.