Actually Gwil, as Spring flowers go, buttercups take a lot og beating until they appear in my garden.
Buttercups make me smile. They bring back so many childhood memories as do many meadow flowers. My goodness, how the fields were full of wild flowers. And so clever the cows and other animals knowing almost instinctively what to eat and what to leave,
I never get any buttercups, so I am thrilled about this sight here! But the weeds are here, should I take a picture, you think??? Noo!
A weed is only a flower in the wrong place. Yees snap away :)
Our landlord always say that as long as it carries flowers, it stays.....I'll give you some snaps of the most lovely ones soon.
Wild flowers or weeds? I have to agree with your landlord!
Yes, they do look lovely. You cant beat a buttercup meadow. I think Fairtrader should look at my drawings dont you!
Should I? I would be glad to, thank you, Rachel!!!
What can I say to a lady from Sweden? Go and admire, but don't expect a cosy ride in a Volvo.
Oh, the time stamp. That was yesterday. Too late, he cried.
You'll frighten her off Gwil.
Promise not to.
I am not that easily frightened, Rachel. I really enjoy having blogfriends all over the world and I enjoy friends that are square, difficult, unusual or just very interesting!! Drawings sound nice, I will pay you a visit! And Gwil, really, I wouldn't ride anywhere in a Volvo. But I would look at beautiful weeds and be happy about it!
In Scotland rhododendrons are weeds and thistles are flowers! Bit like in Sweden I expect. :-)
Well, it's kind of the same with people isn't it? Some are referred to as weeds where as others are kept high in respect. Not seldom it should be the other way around.....And who can be surprised if thistles are flowers in a country where bagpipes are used for making beautiful music. To be honest, I like them both and last year I pampered a wonderful thistle , it stood up 4 feet tall!Or 5.
At rugby matches the Welsh wear their leeks with pride! Vegetables, even! Daffodils too of course. The Scots have their thistle! The Irish a shamrock. Is clover a weed? The English - the cultivated rose. There's no accounting for taste.
__ That Field of Flowers I wandered through when I was a youngster, was rimmed by a track of wild blackberries bushes, but it is now a Field of Condominiums; sometimes, progress sours that_ that was. __ A preemptive edit:this eraseron our pencils other endwe edit_m
thousands of years of topsoil gone on a scoop
You speak of the places where Only the blackbird's heard singing. yesterday morning we saw a goldfinch the first in 5 years
__ Finches, in our trees above the wall; rain edits.birdographsscribed on our stone wallnight rain
From the Bard. Another new word for the world:birdographs