Often times we value that which is monetarily valuable. We seek the best of the best and can overlook the rest. Dale and I were strolling over the hills in the back fields by our house. We had just spent a few hours in the gardens weeding, hoeing and harvesting. It was time to stretch the legs and walk. As we broke through the pine trees and into the field of blackberry bushes, in the distance I saw flecks of gold and creamy white reflecting the evening sun. Wildflowers. Once or twice I have had my grandsons run and either collect a few handfuls of flowers… or stamp out clumps…