When young I remember holding buttercups under the chins of each other to see if someone liked butter. Here on the Rathbarry walk, the humble buttercup makes a golden carpet on the short walk up to Rathbarry Church.
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I’ve lived in a good number of cities myself, but always had to have a car in order to escape when I wanted. Hopefully these posts are helping you see such ordinary but glorious sights once more, as opposed to sending you too melancholic for days of yore. Have a good day Vicki, really appreciating the comments. MM 🌳
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Wow, that is some field of buttercups.
Yes, we did the same with holding buttercups under chins (as young children). I just realised that that time would be the last time I’ve actually seen a buttercup. I suppose living in the inner city, I just don’t see some of the common flowers any more, only residential gardens or public parks (& gardens).
I think that’s what I miss most about inner city living – just seeing wild unkept fields – the ‘natural’ landscape.
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What a fun memory; we used to do that. The innocence of children…
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Seems so different now…
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I’d say these days the kids would check their App lists. 🌻
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I remember that – wonder if the kids still do the same. Nice close-ups.
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