Thursday, 8:30 AM. 75 degrees, wind W, light to moderate. The sky is cloudless with some haze in the east. The barometer predicts rain, but it doesn’t look like it. This will be a fine summer day.
The country roadsides and fields are awash with colorful wildflowers, some native others not. The common white daisy, Chrysanthemum leucanthemum, escaped from gardens centuries ago and is now ubiquitous. This is the daisy children pluck the petals (technically ray flowers) from while chanting, "she loves me, she loves me not."
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