Taking walks about the neighborhood, or driving to a local park, you might find little beauties known as wildflowers.
Long ago, a girl was driven by her father in a long limousine, which appeared to others as a faux wood paneled Ford station wagon, along with her seven siblings, mother, assorted luggage, and food and drink supplies to last a week, to the banks of a lake in the mountains of Western Maryland. There they spent a week of vacation in the woods. It was quite lovely, but what she remembers vividly is the wildflower hikes. On these hikes, forest rangers would teach about the indigenous wildflower populations, and point them out amidst the paths of the wooded park.
It would be lovely if this summer we all took the children for a walk about the parks and roadsides to notice the flowers which are planted by God. G.K. Chesterton said, “Education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another.”
Hopefully what we are passing from our generation to the next is a love for Beauty.