And I am even worse with books. Periodically I cull the shelves and send two or three to a garage sale, then usually end up returning home with them. Why wouldn't anyone want a 2004 Tourism Guide to Saskatchewan? It's a mystery.
As I related in my last post, I am making a path in our meadow and have had the opportunity to get up close and personal with a variety of anonymous wildflowers. Well, unnamed they are no longer.
Friend John suggested I should look up the names of the plants and lo and behold, almost hidden on the book shelf between Pierre Berton's Cats I Have Loved and Known and Loved and Anthony Trollope's Barchester Towers ( both fine cottage reading) was what I was looking for: Wild Flowers of Eastern Canada.
Yes, I did pack a field guide after all - and not just any field guide, but one made even more beautiful by the watercolours (executed by Katherine Mackenzie), which adorn its pages.
It seems to have become son Tony's acquisition given his initial in masking tape on the front cover and his name in his four-year-old handwriting:
Today I leafed through it and found a whole page devoted to just what I saw yesterday: buttercups, red clover, clustered bellflower and cow vetch (aka bugle weed?), which apparently tastes like honey (and bovines love it).