Over the landscape, meeting the sky, the clover fields are in bloom. The acres of red clover are covered with a rich, dusty rose color that is set off by the emerald of the nearby wheal and the fluff of wild carrot along the road; and the perfume of the iv<1 clover fields is a tangible thing, splendid to breathe, delightful to taste.
Trifolium repens L.
May - July Lawns, fields.
The fields of alfalfa are purple and silver. Their scent is sweet and the butterflies know it. They hover all day over the slender sprays of purple flowers, and the bees are there with a murmuring that is so much a part of a clover field that one no longer is conscious that the sound is there, hut would feel the lack if it stopped. And if the bees stopped and went away, the clover would not set its seed.
The white closer on the lawns of city and village are full of round, sweet-scented head- beloved of honey bees and children. The children they have done for centuries, perhaps as long as children and clover have lived a- neighbors, pick the wiry stems and braid them into wreaths and bracelets, make chains and baskets and ornaments which quickly will hut retain their sweetness.
The white clover is an old, old plant, as reckoned in terms of cultivation under the hand of man. It is believed to grow wild in all conn-trie- of the world: for several thousand year- certain clovers have been grown by man. Alfalfa (Medicago satica) is one of the oldest of cultivated plant-. Red clover (Trifolium pratense) grown for a shorter time his torically, but known longer than alfalfa in the New World, came from Flanders to England in 1676 and later tame to America. Now under a shining sky and warm sun, the pink and purple and yellow and white fields send a rich and incomparable perfume into the air.