Our lawn is mostly clover, which is entirely my fault because I planted grass and then didn't take enough care of it. Bea doesn't care. Lately when I come home from work, she wants to go to the backyard, where we pretend to be Frog and Toad (her favorite literary characters). Frog (that's Daddy) picks clover flowers for Toad, who tells Frog what a good job he is doing and then puts the flowers into a bucket.