Daddy quickly corrected me and commented that it was a different, yet similar-looking plant. That meant I had to be extra careful when trying to help him with weeding.
Dad always had the yellow variety of yarrow growing in his yard. I think it was his nod to our British heritage, as it is commonly seen in English gardens.
It is not necessarily my favorite flower, but I will say that I find the pink variety somewhat attractive.
The white variety is pretty, but too closely resembles its weed counterpart.