Wildflowers in Bloom

Yesterday morning the kiddos and I trekked up to Christensen Road to hike the trails. Yes, it was raining, but yes, it was worth it. Our loop consisted of the Lake Annie Trail and Finney Creek Trail before heading back to the car (those little legs are starting to stretch out some longer distances). 

The rolling meadows and narrow ravines captured the attention of my little guys, but it was the wildflowers that took top prize. If daisies are a favorite of yours they will be found in abundance right now.  

I am not sure what it is, exactly, that makes wildflowers so appealing. Perhaps it is the beauty that they display, without toil or spin. The encounter reminded me of a poem by Wendell Berry, "I Dream of a Quiet Man."

I dream of a quiet man

who explains nothing and defends

nothing, but only knows

where the rarest wildflowers

are blooming, and who goes,

and finds that he is smiling

not by his own will.

The wildflowers are in bloom out in the Churning Rapids, and likely if you park down Christensen Road you the have the serene sounds of nature all to yourself, unless of course, you see us there. Then you will hear two little boys calling out, "Daisies mom, daisies! Pretty! Do you see?"