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 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!
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.
Actually Gwil, as Spring flowers go, buttercups take a lot og beating until they appear in my garden.
ReplyDeleteButtercups 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,
DeleteI never get any buttercups, so I am thrilled about this sight here!
ReplyDeleteBut 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 :)
DeleteOur landlord always say that as long as it carries flowers, it stays.....
DeleteI'll give you some snaps of the most lovely ones soon.
Wild flowers or weeds? I have to agree with your landlord!
DeleteYes, they do look lovely. You cant beat a buttercup meadow. I think Fairtrader should look at my drawings dont you!
ReplyDeleteShould I? I would be glad to, thank you, Rachel!!!
DeleteWhat can I say to a lady from Sweden? Go and admire, but don't expect a cosy ride in a Volvo.
DeleteOh, the time stamp. That was yesterday. Too late, he cried.
DeleteYou'll frighten her off Gwil.
DeletePromise not to.
DeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteIn Scotland rhododendrons are weeds and thistles are flowers! Bit like in Sweden I expect. :-)
DeleteWell, 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.
DeleteAt 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.
Delete__ 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.
ReplyDelete__ A preemptive edit:
this eraser
on our pencils other end
we edit
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thousands of years of topsoil gone on a scoop
DeleteYou speak of the places where
ReplyDeleteOnly 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.
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scribed on our stone wall
night rain
From the Bard. Another new word for the world:
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