I recently stopped in the midst of a light rain to appreciate a sea of golden-yellow flowers that carpeted a dilapidated baseball field I played on during my adolescence. I still remember, as if it were yesterday, getting a base hit during a practice here that ended up an inside-the-park homerun thanks to a comedy of fielding and throwing errors from my teammates.

Such clusters have a variety of names: butterseed, canola bloom, cressleaf, rapeseed and yellowrocket — I simply refer to them as wildflowers.

Glad I took the pics; they were mowed down two days later.

Whitten Rd., near Shelby Farms in Memphis

April 25, 2022

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