After passing a field of clover every day, I took these pictures of a rolling field of crimson clover the other day. A few weeks later, the clover was gone, and the owners cut the field for hay, but it was beautiful while it lasted.
I wonder what pioneer women thought of when they passed beautiful fields of wildflowers like this. Did they see that line of trees in the background and long to settle right there? Maybe build a cabin and raise their families? Or maybe just stop for the night and enjoy the view…
Maybe they rode through Texas and spotted undulating fields of Texas bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes. Take a gander at Jeff Blaylock’s absolutely beautiful pictures! Oh my stars! Wouldn’t you just love to have that blanketing a pasture in your front yard?
As a matter of fact, browse through all of Jeff’s pictures. They are breathtaking!

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3 thoughts on “Crimson Clover”

  1. Mary Connealy

    We go boating on the Missouri River. It’s really been tamed, rows of pylons and dredged out deep so it doesn’t flood anymore.

    But if you go upstream a few miles the dredging stops and you can get a real feel for what it might have looked like when Louis and Clark were making their way up river. Not really because it’s still too deep and narrow. But my mind can imagine the trip, the wildness, the river spreading miles wide in the spring and fall. It’s really beautiful.

  2. Janet Dean

    I live in the suburbs, but I’m filled with sweet peace when we ride into the country. Our most recent trip was to decorate my husband’s parents’ grave. We took the back roads to the cemetery, passing mares with their colts, goats up on their hind legs nibbling on gate posts, and spooked rabbits racing for cover. Lots of fields but no clover, Pam.

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