The heavy pollen at the heart of this delicate blossom would butter your nose, if you happened to bring the flower close, hoping to catch its faint scent.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Childhood Reminder
This scattering of buttercups, sometimes called primroses, near a utility pole that I passed on a morning walk, reminded me strongly of the fields in which they grew wild when I was very young.
The heavy pollen at the heart of this delicate blossom would butter your nose, if you happened to bring the flower close, hoping to catch its faint scent.
The heavy pollen at the heart of this delicate blossom would butter your nose, if you happened to bring the flower close, hoping to catch its faint scent.
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