This year I have noticed how amazing the fields of buttercups are around where we live. Perhaps it has something to do with the late start to the season and that has made them more vigorous or just appear to be.
And every time I drive along a certain road I see this particular field and want to stop the car and go and pick buckets full of these pretty flowers. But I never do.
However, I found a patch in the wood the other day and picked those instead.
I love them sat on the stove in their little white jug. Not just weeds. Free flowers. Now that’s something I love too.