Wildflowers

the wildflowers that grow in my yard, I am not sure what the purple flowers are, maybe wild flax. They smell good and look fine in a cut crystal vase. The other flowers are daisies in test tube vases on my buffet. Wildflowers are so cheerful. I would like to share a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay. I, unlike the author, could not resist picking the flowers.
                                
                                  Afternoon On A Hill

                                I will be the gladdest thing
                                 Under the sun!
                                I will touch a hundred flowers
                                 And not pick one.

                                I will look at cliffs and clouds
                                 With quiet eyes,
                                Watch the wind bow down the grass,
                                 And the grass rise.

                                And when lights begin to show
                                 Up from the town,
                               I will mark which must be mine,
                                And then start down!