Spring and Daffodils

It's spring. One way to tell is that the daffodils are blooming.

And then there's this other flower.

I don't know what is is called, but it looks so frail and small and rare, that when picking a flower to bring home to Bow, I decided to leave this one alone. Instead, I picked a daffodil, as we have plenty.

I normally don't pick flowers, but I wanted to bring a bit of the spring back to Bow.

Bow was happy to receive this gift, but right from the start I felt that he was sniffing the wrong end of the daffodil. The flower held no fascination for him. It was the stem that he wanted.

He took a bite and yet another bite of the green stem.

All the while, the blossom was still there.

Finally, when he had eaten all the stem and all that remained was the bloom, he handed the yellow flower back to me.

At first, I thought this was a generous impulse, so I gave it back to him, saying it was his flower. But he gave it right back to me. Finally, after several repetitions of handing the flower back and forth, Bow took the flower and deliberately threw it into his potty. Then he took my hand and spelled that he wanted to go outside.

Bow always throws things that have no value into the potty. It is his trash can. I was stunned. Who knew that the stem was the most valuable part of the daffodil?