20 April 2010

growing: accidental buttercups

Before cutting the lawn this weekend I went picking buttercups. I have childhood memories filled with searching for the flowers, picking the blooms, and holding them under my playmates' chins. Such a soft, buttery glow.

Wild and leggy, they are gathered loosely in a glass jar on the bathroom vanity with blooms going every which-way. They make me happy.

1 comment:

Meredith from PenelopeLovesLists said...

This post reminds me of one of my favorite Emerson quotes:

"Beauty breaks in everywhere."