Wednesday, April 23, 2008

My little buttercup

Thirsty little Buttercup
Caught the dew and drank it up,
Said cool water was so good,
She didn't seem to care for food.

Today was a good day. My knee was hardly hurting at all and I felt, I don't know, I just felt happy. Maybe it was because I took the lilacs to work and could smell their lovely scent all day. Maybe it was because everyone who came into the office commented on the beautiful flowers. Maybe it just seemed like everything ran smoothly today. Or maybe it was because I opened up my e-mail at work this morning and saw all the comments from yesterday's lilac post. Reading your comments made me smile. It's a good feeling to have people thanking me for bringing back a treasured memory. A memory that's triggered by either the scent or sight of a flower. I loved reading your stories and I think it's what hepled make me feel good all day. I've decided that one of the best parts about having a blog might be the comment section.
Another good thing that happened today is that I saw my son who lives in a college town nearby. I haven't seen him much lately, and there's some things going on that get me down when I think about them, but I decided to just drive and see him (I texted him first to warn him) and I think we were both really glad, in the end, that I did. I love my two sons so much. And to see one of them suffer is too much to bear. So, let's not think of it. Suffice it to say that I'm so glad to have spent some time with him. As was he.

My other son called while I was driving home to tell me that the owner of the architecture firm where he's employed is flying everyone in the office out to the West Coast for 3 days in June. They're celebrating the opening of one of their buildings. Wow! I'm really glad for him.

When I got home, I took the super pup for a walk and I picked some buttercups before it got too dark. This dog is so used to coming home now and getting hosed off, that he immediately goes to the hose and waits there for me. Then he stands still and lets me clean him up! He still smells like swamp-rot just a little bit so I smoked some pot in the living room and that really helped to get rid of the stink.

Not really. But I had you going there for a minute, didn't I? I love doing that to you. You know, it's just fun.
Buttercups are fun, too. I remember playing with them when I was very young. We'd make little crowns of them, and do the butter test under my friends' chins. Good memories. Hope you all had a good day, too.


Jo said...

Isn't it a nice feeling when we can cheer our children up a bit? It's hard to see them venturing out into the world, and having to learn their own difficult lessons, as we did.

You know, one of my fondest memories is lying in a field of buttercups when I was five years old. I knew I would be starting school in the fall, and I remember thinking to myself that I must enjoy lying in the field of buttercups now because I would soon be a big girl and would not have time for fields of buttercups anymore. I remember that as clearly as if it were yesterday. I love buttercups because they remind me of that moment.

Country Girl said...

Josie, I love when people tell me their stories like this! I think that flowers hold very distinct memories for most of us, don't you?

~ C.G.

Pat - Arkansas said...

Loved your buttercup story -- and Josie's comment. Your photos are wonderful; those buttercups are as bright as my much loved forsythia.

olivia said...

Lovely post C.G. ... that bright yellow is a wonderful sight to see. I'm glad to read you had a good day, and yes ... when you threw that in about the swamp rot and the pot I had a good chuckle.

We used to make dandelion crowns and bracelets and necklaces ... and buttercups under the chin ... I wonder where that started.

I hope your tomorrow is even lovelier than today. :)

Shimmy Mom said...

I love the buttercups. There is almost something child-like about them.
I hope that the icky stuff gets worked out with your son soon. Not that we're going to think about it, but you have my prayers. I'm glad that you had such a great day. I hope that tomorrow is great too.
I can't get over what a good dog George is. He amazes me!
(P.S. I love the comment section too. It's so great to know that others are reading your blog and that it affected them enough to let me know.)

Anonymous said...

I'm so happy to hear that your knee was feeling better and that you are on the mend!

As usual, I love the pictures of the buttercups. Yellow is such a happy color! Especially after the dreary grey of winter!

No memories or stories here. :( No flowers from my past. But I know I am definitely remembering flowers from the present so one day I can have stories to tell my grandkids. :-P

Mental P Mama said...

I was all smiley and happy about your lovely day -- and then I got to the pot bit. Too funny. Now I am nice and alert for my day! Thanks, and I hope today is just as wonderful.

Minna Dyer said...

Buttercups...I haven't seen those in ages. Not in NY anyway.
I love the lilacs below too. Lilacs are one of my absolute favorites! Beautiful!

abb said...

Buttercups...another favorite flower.

Pot...well that was funny!

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed reading your post!

Anonymous said...

glad you got a chance to see you son. Sometimes mom and son need a fix, don't they?

You know, I think the comments are sometimes the best of a blog too! (well, and George is like part of the best of your blog too...)

Chocolate Cat said...

Sounds like a lovely day, thanks for sharing it with us.

Jeannelle said...

Call me an ignorant dairy wife....but, what is the "butter test"

Dottie K. said...

Hi Kate, Wow your photos are amazing. I wish I could just get good photo. I'm learning. Thanks for the wonderful comments on my Disney Book. I know Amy was so excited when she received it. I love capturing memories in an album to treasure. I'm enjoying looking at your photos and am going to add it to my favorites. Have a wonderful day! :) Dottie

Country Girl said...

As a child, we held buttercups under the chins of our friends. If the underside of their chin turned yellow, it meant that they liked butter.

Mind you, everyone's chin always turned yellow because WHO DOESN'T LIKE BUTTER??!!!