This area around her play house is filled with flowers and veggies she chose on her own. It's a mish mash display and with all the eating of the fennel leaves and picking of the most beautiful blossoms, I'm not sure how this area will fare through the season. (Which is, of course, totally alright, since her pleasure was its purpose from the outset.)
A pot on our table that Naiya calls her "special garden" has been dormant for months. She told me she had planted seeds there and when they started to poke out of the soil I wasn't sure that weeds hadn't simply found a foothold in her little patch of wonder. When they grew taller, they looked a little less weedy (but were still mysterious) and just this morning these poppies opened up.
Sometimes daddy brings plants home from work for her, because they're a little weird or especially fancy.
Inside the house we often find flies in the windowsills. Other crawly critters meet their demise out of doors for any number of reasons and our daughter often discovers these bodies in both locales. We have tried to instill a reverence for all life (even the most pesky) in Naiya so when she asked what to do with these bodies I told her returning them to the earth might be nice. She's had this area for years but only recently asked me to write out some markers for the tiny beings resting there.