When I first started gardening seriously I was not very nice to flowers. I was in fact almost offended by them, the way I still am with grass. If I talked about flowers at all it would have been to say they are a waste of space and that only flowers that are beneficial companion plants are allowed in my garden. I had marigolds and of course anything that made a flower in order to grow the veggie or fruit, and that was about it. But over time that changed. I realized that those strawberry flowers and peach blossoms made me happy. Not just because they were the harbinger of delicious noms to come, but because they were lovely all on their own.
A few years ago I threw a few handfuls of beneficial insect attracting wildflower seeds into a little unused space in the front yard. My stated reason would have been to get more good helpful insects to increase the food production, but there was more to it than that. I wanted flowers. When they came up and I saw the little buds forming I was so excited. I had no idea what flowers were in the mix. Would this new one be pink, blue or purple? Would it be a single flower, or a cluster of little ones? Would it have a nice smell?
I have never been one to be given or go buy cut flowers. It always seemed like a waste of money, but I admit I like to stop and look at them in the flower part of the store. Flower arrangements were a decadent thing that I just could not have in my life. But that all changed as those wildflowers started to bloom. It was like a magic trick, this one part of my yard was a joy for the senses; a riot of colors and shapes, a busy buzzing blur of bees and butterflies, and a delicate blend of new smells.
That is when I realized flowers are a perfectly reasonable crop for a hard-working homesteader. They might not feed my tummy, but they feed another part of me that is just as in need of nourishment.