Buttercups

And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
the buttercup, the little children's dower,
- far brighter than this gaudy melon flower!

'Home thoughts from abroad'
Robert Browning

Walking down Lin Dyke with the dogs today I just couldn't resist the lovely yellow buttercups.
Hope you are all enjoying the sum.