amongst the buttercups

The common rippled with shifting waves of yellow buttercups. The boys ran amongst them, leaping over hillocks and darting around trees. Flowers were plucked, and thrust beneath our chins, to cries of “do you like butter?”, our skin scrutinised for an affirmative yellow glow. The eldest picked a small posy and presented it to me, before skipping merrily off again. Dandelion clocks were enthusiastically puffed, downy seeds catching the breeze and drifting off. An ants nest was discovered, poked, studied, and deserted once more. Temporarily exhausted, they flopped down onto the buttery carpet, legs tickled by the grass and dusted with golden pollen, the sun warm on their resting backs.

More wild adventures:

{puddle jumpers}

{sounds of spring}

{a transformation}

{tic tac toe in the woods}

{ wild children }

{Joining in with Project Wild Thing, and trying to swap screen time for #wildtime}