This afternoon, after cutting some of the lawn in the area earmarked for the veggie garden-to-be, I barrowed the lawn cuttings waste down to the field where we are processing garden waste for compost.
I hadn’t been down there for a few days, what with preparing the fencing of the veggie garden-to-be and all that. Imagine my surprise when I was pleasantly faced with a sea of verdant green and bright yellow….
In the back of my mind I could hear The Foundations on Springbok Radio way back when...
Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around
And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby
When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still
I need you (I need you) more than anyone, darlin'
You know that I have from the start
So build me up (build me up) Buttercup, don't break my heart…
I have yet to encounter someone named Buttercup… I can’t make up my mind as to whether the name is cute or crude…
(Above and below): Billions of tiny yellow flowers, which I suspect may be Ranunculus Alpine. Ok, so there isn’t a billion, but its close enough. Plenty.
(Above): Mug-shot close-up.
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