Things are finally beginning to wake up in my garden! Here’s what caught my eye this afternoon.
White clover. I know that many people consider this a weed, but I’m fond of it. When I was growing up, my parents’ four acres in Wisconsin were rife with this stuff, and I used to pick it and braid it into crowns and chains. There’s a picture of me, maybe six years old, sitting in the middle of a massive field of white clover with my My Little Pony and picking a bouquet. This is the only white clover in my yard, and I spoil it rotten. If I could replace my lawn with this stuff, I would: