Watching the best

Chicory has been abundant this summer.  It grows wild, usually in fields and along roadways, and has become a particular favorite of mine.  I enjoy uncultivated wildflowers that just seem to happen, nature's gift with no effort to us.

We're still parked in front of the Olympics, not watching every game obsessively, but seeing a fair number of competitions.  I can't think of anything I've ever done with that level of dedication.  What does that say about me?