I adore daffodils and have planted them in every house I've ever lived in as an adult
They are the start of spring
I spent years repeating 'flowers are to be left for everyone to enjoy' and 'don't pick them!' to my own children
(we lived in york at the time and for years,I'd walk the kids on the other side of the road to the bar walls/Clifford's tower so their was no temptation for little fingers but wed always stop to admire them)
In the house we lived in before I moved away,we lived in a very 'gentle parenting' area
My daffs had just started to bloom when some random kid would yank them up,bulb and all,stamp on them and walk off
His mother would stand there,proudly smiling and cooing at him (this happened a few times over the time we lived there)
I did try to have a word with her about not allowing her 8/9/10 year old to ruin my garden and all I got back was 'just buy some more!'
Yes,as a single mum with little money,I was meant to buy more and plant them,just for the little fucker to ruin them again
The entitlement is real
I wonder what the same parents would have said if I'd allowed my children to steal the milk off their doorsteps as they where thirsty ,to steal their clothes off the washing line as they liked the clothes or to batter their dog as they 'felt like it'