We have been aplenty with golden blooms this year. Fields of Gold...Buttercups. This is the breathtaking view from the backyard looking towards the property across the road at the end of the three acres. As a child, and even as a playful adult, I would hold a buttercup under my chin to show everyone that I liked butter,
and I do.
Although I do not have a photo of the flood plain in the far distance down the driveway, those fields are also bathed in yellow. Spring.
Buttercups and daisies,
Oh, the pretty flowers;
Coming ere the Springtime,
To tell of sunny hours.”
Mary Howitt
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