|last summer in the Catskills|
Today was the first day that felt like spring,
the freshness, the possibilities...
Last summer I got deep into the wildflowers in the country,
and I can't wait for this year's crop.
Meanwhile, I found this hand-bound book,
Wild Flowers of New York, published in 1912.
The illustrations are lovely, and the prose is informative and delightful. In discussing wild strawberries and blackberries, the point is made "...school children who gather the luscious strawberries from the low vines that trail through many of our fields, or the equally delectable blackberry that is to be found in thickets, along walls or by the roadside and whose thorns are often the cause of severe reproof of the parents when the child returns with frocks or trousers sadly in need of repair."