One of my favorite scenes is to see a field of perennials growing with no house or structure around. Maybe a forgotten clump of daffodils or tulips sprouting by themselves. Around here in Northwest Ohio, it is common to see these old fashioned flowers called Phlox. This was a popular flower during the last part of the 1800's and early 1900's. These aren't wildflowers and they were probably planted by some long ago farmwoman. If you look closely, you will often see a crumbling foundation or fruit orchards nearby. It is like archeology but instead of digging for buried treasure, it is right there staring us in the face. This beautiful field of Phlox, just keeps getting bigger and more beautiful every year. The house and/or farm are long gone, but these beauties thrive. Who was the farm woman who planted these? Was she a young bride setting up housekeeping? Did she ever imagine that her flowers would always be so appreciated? Are her descendants still in the area and do they pass this field and not have a clue that it is their heritage? But more important---how many people drive by and are so busy they never notice the beauty right under their noses.
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