Buttercups

The dandelion clocks are a haze across the wildflower meadow and beneath the saplings at Sun Rising, but the colour is now coming from the buttercups, countless brilliant yellow buttercups, everywhere!

Buttercups beneath memorial saplings

Buttercups beneath memorial saplings

Do you remember the days of childhood, lifting your chin as someone held a buttercup beneath it and informed you how much you loved butter? There is something beautifully strong and reckless about buttercups in such profusion that reminds us of childhood.  Amidst the memories of loss, let us feel the warmth that comes with memories of playful days and wonder.