The lands around here are replete with big swoon-worthy blossoms and incredibly blue skies. Even my boys are marveling at the fat black-eyed susans and abundant queen ann's lace sprinkled along the sidewalks and at the park. We stopped by to pick some flowers in the nearby field by the road the other day, and we were shooed away by the owner saying she had just planted it. I didn't know it belonged to anyone. It made me kind of sad since I loved that colorful patch of earth ever so, and now that's been diminished. Note to self: when growing a meadow, share the abundance with all who love it too.