Wild Flowers
Every time we go on our bikes through the bike paths we see beautiful wild flowers everywhere. Thousands of white daisies, clover of every colour and alfalfa on it's tall stalks cover several acres along the trails and in ditches. How beautiful it is! What a contrast to the tumbleweeds in Lloydminster that would pile up against our eight foot fence so high they would allow many to tumble over into our yard. I long to stop and eat the flavourful clover blooms, I plan to on our next excursion. I would eat them by the tummy-full as a child, my mother taught us of the value of native plants. Next year this bare yard, slowly filling with plants and colour, will have many a native plant - thanks to the nurturing of my green thumb by my mother.