Stone Circle There were roses

Quietly, the boy sat in the shade, contemplating the fading green plants that grew not far from where his family kept him safely stowed away at night. Clouds passed beneath the sun, casting a bit of shadow that brought with it a bit of a chill. The days and nights had grown darker, colder, though he didn't mind terribly, having not yet learned to love and miss the heat of summer's peak. 
          One of the plants had long leaves that looked somewhat spearlike in shape. He sniffed at them, catching a hint of the lemon-like aroma. He looked about to see if anyone would stop him- before he reached out and chomped one of the leaves from its stem and chewed it. 
          It was sour! He chewed loudly, trying to figure out if the taste was horrible or if he liked it. It almost made his eyes water. Once he'd finished with that leaf, he eyed the rest. It wasn't grass, but he didn't know the name of sorrel yet.