Wildflowers bring me to my knees! So many wildflower memories take me back to Roxbury in the Catskill Mountains. Flashbacks include using "paint" from milkweed pods or dandelions and making daisy chains. We gathered bouquets of wild phlox near an old wooden bridge for Children's Sunday at church. Johnny Jump-ups were transplanted from the forest, where we also harvested fiddlehead ferns. My brother Ernie teased me that I was named after Queen Anne's Lace. Not sure about that one ... but let's go with iit!