Wednesday, April 9, 2014


I got home from work yesterday, and the breeze and the light of the slowly setting sun were too perfect to ignore, so I hopped on my bike and rode to the park down the street. Sitting among clover, I was transported to the gigantic clover meadow of my youth, and naturally I started tying some together, making clover bouquets, etc.

Biked home as the sun was setting, turned a corner and spied a bunch of buttercups. Tore them out, roots and all. Saw a golden sliver of sun in the wild grass waving and walked toward it, buttercups in hand, to catch the last rays of daylight. The breeze blew them open. That's why they look so huge here.