Years ago, on the afternoon of my daughter’s first day of kindergarten, I asked her how it went. “Not good,” she said. “There are too many rules.”
“Rules are ok,” l said. “We have rules.”
“No we don’t.”
“Sure we do,” I paused, trying to think of one. “Don’t hurt others… that’s a rule.”
“Well, their rules are different,” she said. “Like, stay in your seat. Don’t talk. Don’t hug your friends.”
“Oh… well, some rules are different depending on where you are,” I replied.
In our yard, we have two strict rules about milkweed:
1. Mow around it.
2. If it pops up in a flower bed, let it grow.
This is why: