Wonders of Wildflowers
As a child, I shared my family’s love of flowers and the outdoors. In the summer, we often played in meadows and made necklaces, bracelets and wreaths out of white and red clover. We looked for long-stemmed blue meadow sage and admired delicate pink wild roses along fencerows. Brilliant red poppies, blue bachelor’s buttons and white daisies growing around borders of wheat fields formed some of our most beautiful bouquets. My husband and I used to own 10 acres of woodland. We camped, boated, swung from grapevines and tromped through the woods. During one spring and summer, I noted 48 kinds of wildflowers. There was a giant flat rock near one of our trails that we called the “flower rock.” A blanket of old fallen leaves produced a fertile bed on top of it. As many as a dozen wildflowers would bloom there. And we had a creek with Virginia bluebells blooming on both sides. I will always remember the never-ending sight of blue and that sweet fragrance in the air.
Braylee loves picking wild lupines. She’s a country girl enjoying nature’s beauty.