“Two roads diverged…” Robert Frost wrote in his famous poem “The Road Not Taken.” But side-stepping from Frost’s grand metaphor for life, let’s imagine two streets in a neighborhood: One is familiar, lined with look-alike lawns and shrubs; the other, a dazzling array of colors, shapes, and textures. Every yard is bursting with pops of lavender, magenta, azure, burnt-orange, and goldenrod because every “lawn” on this street is a mini meadow filled with wildflowers and buzzing with bees and butterflies. It’s a street meant for meandering.