Daffodils and Buttercups

This is a shot, taken a few weeks ago, of one of several daffodil fields on my parents' property. All the daffodils are dead now, and the fields of yellow have been replaced by weeds and tall grass. It's kind of depressing, because the yellow fields are truly spectacular.

However, you can still gaze out the window and see several acres of yellow. Yes, I'm talking about the Annual Buttercup and Dandelion Convention, which takes place every year, from spring through eternity and beyond, in our yard.

Raise your hand if, as a kid, you picked a buttercup and held it under your friend's chin to see if she liked butter. (If you saw yellow under the chin, she liked butter. If you didn't, your friend probably wasn't Caucasian but may have liked butter anyway.) Raise your hand if you don't even know what a buttercup is. Raise your hand if you think a buttercup is kin to a peanut butter cup. Simon says raise your hand. You may now put your hands down.

Buttercups and dandelions grow from nothing to three inches tall overnight. Then, when we cut the grass, which is approximately every day to keep up with it, the little yellow flowers fall to the ground...still yellow, still intact, and still everywhere.

I suppose I should simply give up and embrace the buttercup as another beautiful flower, like the daffodils above. But I can't. Grass cutting is a WAR and those buttercups are INVADERS.

Now, excuse me while I go cut some more buttercup-loaded grass. And find a peanut butter cup.