In The Clover
Where the ‘Man With the Mower’ has been round and cut the verges nice and short, we find those who prefer not to have to stand on tip-toe to be able to watch the passing traffic. Buttercups and Dandelions will stick their flowers out of the top of a dense bank of grass, nettles and Wild Carrots – if they have to, but they are not really happy with looking down from that height and are more content to stick a flower on the end of a short stalk at the side of the road where it has been tidily mown. Daisies too, revel in being able to stick their elbows out.
Clover is another plant that is pleased to have the chance to vote for greater openness in the biosphere. Like the Daisy, it also feels that the trade off, being mown or eaten – against being able to feel the wind in your hair, is well worth the sacrifice. As soon as our road-side reaper has loaded his mower on the back of his truck and driven off, one of the Dandelions, Buttercups, Daisies or Clover will pop their heads up, have a look around and sound the All Clear.
Clover is edible, by humans as well as livestock, but wimpy humans don’t digest it very well. Luckily, our ancestors figured out ages ago, that this sort of problem is easily resolved by cooking the stuff, a quick boil – and munch away. Meanwhile, back in the US of A, the Delaware and Algonkian people used an infusion of Clover to treat coughs and colds
I wonder what the Delaware and Algonkian words for “Bless You!” are?