Yesterday, as the day gave us a reprieve from the needed rain, I
did manage a walkabout with the dog. Much of the blooms along the way were
saturated in the deeper colors of a rainy day. When we came to our favorite
field, I noticed that the vast yellow blanket of last week’s dandelions was
already changed to the fluff of their seed. With a huff and a puff the wishes
were made and ascending into the air. The purple groundcover at the corner of
the field had lost its luster and was a near faded memory. In the distance was
a glow of yellow. As we walked through the damp grass, the lowly buttercup made
its appearance. Five perfect petals framed its face. Looking up, as if to bravely
catch the raindrops with a smile, it defied all odds.
Memories of childhood with a buttercup under the chin made me
smile. “You love butter and somebody loves you” came to mind. I didn’t have to
go that far back in my mind as I have done the same recently with my grandson.
A little golden glow under the chin and a dusting of pollen is proof positive
of love in the moment.
Between the approaching raindrops I gathered them up…a treasure of
gold in a single hand’s grasp. A place of honor is bestowed upon them in
crystal with water…tangible sunshine to brighten the room. We can love all the
glories of the flora and fauna kingdoms but we will always admire the
simplicity of a single bloom that can bring a smile to the face of young and
old alike. They are a simple reminder that you are loved.
Cathy
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