“I love wildflowers,” she said, “I just wish they would stop all that roadside mowing they do. Now I don’t have as many flowers to see.”
Given that roadsides are among the best wildflower gardens nature provides, the incessant mowing that takes place throughout the summer has always struck me as both unnecessary and aesthetically indefensible. Having driven hundreds of miles of narrow country roads in England and Ireland, banked on either side by impenetrable tangles of often lush and lovely vegetation, I see no reason for wasting time and fuel as we do in this country. The availability of cheap fossil fuels here is all too often the tail that wags the dog. There are far too many dogs out of touch with their tails. All along Route 2 in North Dakota, roadsides are protected wetlands. Our wildflowers deserve equal protection. Many people do not have the time or are physically unable to hike the deep woods where wonderful flora of all kinds abound. It would be nice if my neighbor, who used to walk three miles a day, could saunter down her road from time to time to be inspirited by the flowers she loves.
Among the gorgeous blues, yellows, whites, lavenders and pinks, the stately chicory always stands out. Poet Margaret Deland, who describes it as a “peasant posy,’ writes this about it in a poem: “In upland pastures dim and sweet-/But by the dusty road/Where tired feet/Toil to and fro.”
My own tired feet have been enlivened by its presence on many walks. There are few tableaus lovelier than a chicory stalk or two rising up out of a tangle of red clover, crown and cow vetch, sow thistle and Queen Anne’s lace, herself one of nature’s grand creations. Its beauty aside, which is the only way I have ever tasted it, chicory has often been used as a coffee substitute and, according to one source, during several wars was often mixed with coffee to keep the price down. Of the many names admirers here and in Europe have assigned chicory, my favorite is ‘blue daisy.” Ironically, Yeats reminds us that a thing of beauty is a joy forever while at the same time often standing in for carrots and offering itself up as an herbal remedy for jaundice, spleen issues and constipation. Something so beautiful need not be useless. The marriage of beauty and utility is a tough combination to beat!