"The sweet smell of clover" miniature

Author's oil painting, miniature "Sweet smell of clover" My associations with this amazing flower-childhood! The first steps on this planet..and a flower..so unusual, and for some reason it was called porridge. Why? it is necessary to tear off two petals and try...but he's sweet!
"I was immersed in a sea of clover, Surrounded by fairy tales of bees. But the wind calling from the north found My childish heart.
He called for a plain battle — To fight with the breath of heaven. He showed me a deserted road Leading into a dark forest.
I walk along it in slopes And look tirelessly ahead, Ahead with innocent eyes My childish heart goes.
Let the sleepless eyes get tired, Sing, the dust will turn red... Flowers and bees lovers Told me not a fairy tale — it was." A. Block

Give joy to yourself and your family!