Every spring the ground gives up this offering, briefly painting the landscape purple.
Farmers detest it, bees love it and I stop enough to drive my wife crazy on the shortest of trips.
How could you not, it’s like mother nature spends each night painting a little more of her earth.
But as much as I love the color splash of clover, there is something I am even more drawn to.
Put an old barn with it and it is pure magic.