In “Life in Lyman” I choose flax as our national flower. Every day, fresh in the morning, the flax is in bloom dripping with dew. During the day the wind removes the petals and the sun bleaches the few that remain white. But, The next morning they are back and ready for a new day.
The first time I remember noticing flax was on our Honeymoon. I picked a small bouquet of it for Brenda. Since then I have loved it. It is a roadside reminder filled with great memories.
We have had a pretty good patch of of in the back yard until this year, but FYI, goats love to eat flax.