cliche

the yellow flowers, green grass, blue skies, cliche.
But it looks so pretty. 
I've had a hankering to romp in a meadow of buttercups for a couple of weeks now. But the weather has been foul and not very inviting. I managed to sneak in this visit this afternoon before the dastardly farmer mows it all down for fodder. The swishing of the buttercups in the breeze was very pleasing as were the flower skimming aeronautic acrobatics of the swifts.