Day #238 Field of Daisies

Missed Day #239 - out having fun - gardening and then to the dump, to a restaurant and to work.
It may be a long time before you see a phenomenum like this again.
This is a large farm field on the corner of Old Milford Road and Miller Road completely covered in daisies.
When I first bought my 3 acres down on the south shore, which is actually the north shore of Lake Ontario, I was going to call it The Field of Daisies because daisies carpeted the property in and out among the cedars for the first two years that I owned it.

Daisies have grown there only intermitently since.
Folks, we are either building on land, or mowing it, or, of course, it's being dug up by farmers.
I figure this extreme mowing we're doing is the most insane and all because we have been brain-washed into believing that wildflowers are ugly and these sterile green deserts we're creating are beautiful.
Acres and acres are being mowed - look across the lawn - no life anywhere. Even the sides of the roads, that last 10 foot wide area which is the last bastion for bunnies and butterflies, is being mowed.
The most destructive human force - relentlessly annihilating life on Planet Earth and using up the last of our gas resources to do so as quickly as possible.
Our ancestors will refer to this era as the black era, or give it an even worse name, and we will be condemned as having been complete barbarians.
Time to start friendly gardening. Tell council to stop mowing in the country. Pass laws that will allow mowing only within 100 feet of the house. Mow around a wildflower patch - around a Queen's Ann Lace, plant orange lily around the base of your trees instead of whipper-snipping, etc.
Try it; you'll like it. It will reward you in return.