Buttercups by Bridget Beth
This afternoon I painted buttercups in the garden and got a lovely freckly sunburn on my shoulders. I wasn’t satisfied in the slightest with their iridescence and fuzz, but then the boys woke up from their naps and I had to stop.
They are extra wild today.
The boys, not the buttercups. But I suppose the buttercups are too. Weeding isn’t exactly number one on my honey do list!