May 31st, 1998.
"These children of the meadows, born Of sunshine and of showers."
We may call them weeds simply because they are all around and not cared for by anyone; but wild flowers are as beautiful as any other: just take time out, get on your knees and look deeply; there you will find the most beautiful creations in all of nature and cared for by only her, undisturbed by the corrupting hand of man.
"Yellowed japanned buttercups and star-disked dandelions, - just as we see them lying in the grass, like sparks that have leaped from the kindling sum of summer; the profuse daisy-like flower which whitens the fields, to the great disgust of liberal shepherds, yet seems fair to loving eyes, with its button-like mound of gold set round with milk-white rays." (Oliver Wendell Holmes.)
Now is the time to look at wildflowers, out in the wild or simply in and around your neighborhood; but, if you like, for a temporary fix, see blupete's page on wildflowers.