The Buttercup Meadow

I was feeling a bit restless this afternoon, caught between feeling antsy and wanting to do ALL the things and feeling lethargic and wanting to do Sweet Fanny Adams*. So yeah......faffing about, wandering in and out of rooms, not knowing quite what to with myself. All of a sudden I just knew that I needed to be out of the house. So I grabbed my camera and took myself out the back door, up the cobbled back streets to the top of the park. Down the grassy slope and through the wooden gate into The Meadow. Just as I had hoped, the buttercups had already started flowering even though I don't usually think about them being there until early June - it was utterly spectacular. The air was full of pollen (atchooooo!) but I didn't care - the sneezing was worth it in exchange for the gloriousness of all that full-on floral beauty.

There is a cut grass pathway all around the edge of meadow (and right up the middle) so you can't go tramping about right amongst the flowers as such (the meadow is a protected site), but you still feel as if you are surrounded by it all. I picked a few stems  - nothing much really, just a few sprigs of cow parsley, buttercups, plantains and grasses. I popped them into a glass jar when I got home and sat them on my outdoor table as I can't have them indoors (they make me sneeze). I made a jug of iced water and sat a while to write a few notes in my planner, and felt so much better for being outside.

Later on after dinner, I noticed the sun was low and still beautifully golden in the sky. So I took off again just for the pure pleasure of going to see the buttercups for a second time. I had a desire to to see how the light would look skimming over the meadow in the early evening - oh, it was breathtaking! Long shadows and a golden glow over the landscape, it was really, really beautiful. I am constantly inspired by the seasonal changes in the landscape - the colours, the views, how it looks, smells, and feels. I especially like to feel the seasons somehow, to connect emotionally with where we are in the year as the months gently pass by. May is just so brim-full of emotion for me, ALLLLLLL the feels.

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*in case you were wondering, "Sweet Fanny Adams" is something that my Mum used to say and it tickles me to be able to write it in a sentence! You can look up the meaning if you like, but only if you don't mind a little bit of filthy language, be warned!

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

[قیمت آهن]

Your photo of them captures that in spades. Wonderful photography, Lucy. Thank you so much.

[بست داربست چهارپیچ]

خرید بست داربست در انواع بست های سبک و سنگین داربست.
بست داربست دو پیچ- چهار پیچ- بست آهنگیر -بست تک پیچ- بست مغزی- بست داربست کفی- بست داربست جدنی
لوله داربست-خرید بست داربست-خرید لوله داربست- بست داربست دسته دوم و نو
انواع بست داربست

[قیمت میلگرد زاگرس]

What fantastic photos, I can feel how wonderful it was there. I wish I'd taken my camera down to the river the other day. The dog was playing with his whippet friend in the buttercups in the sunshine and it was magical. Hopefully they'll still be there next time I go. Wishing you a lovely weekend. CJ xx

[قیمت میلگرد زاگرس]

Beautiful Photography. I had never heard the use of Sweet Fanny Adams this way or the grisly story behind it. There is a town in the south in the United States where there is a theater called Sweet Fanny Adams they do sort of an old time vaudeville show it is very funny and entertaining.

[felezmall]

مناسبترین قیمت میلگرد زاگرس و همچنین  خرید و فروش انواع  میلگرد ، ورق، ناودانی ، نبشی ،

[قیمت میلگرد]

thank you for photos

[catarina]

where were these photos taken??

[قیمت میلگرد میانه]

I always love seeing your beautiful spring-y photos just as our world down under is spinning into winter. I have to say though, this autumn has been spectcular! Beautiful colours, but will now have to gear myself up for the cold.

[Barbara]

Oh how delicious your chatty writing is. I haven’t visited your sweet blog in awhile, so delighted to find you’re still here and your words still make me smile. I love your writing, the way you describe everything. I’ve just been in your neck of the woods and feel transported back instantly with the beautiful buttercups. Back in Australia now, with memories to treasure of proper English springtime in my heart. Bluebells! Buttercups and what we call Queen Anne’s Lace (frothy cow parsley). Thank you so much for the joy you share xoxo

[Rachel]

How interesting! I knew about the abbreviation for FA but not that there was an actual child who was murdered. That's shocking and I would never have guessed. The origins of sayings always tend to surprise, don't they?

[Deb]

I thought you might appreciate this lovely article Lucy. xx

http://www.creativecountryside.com/blog/cowparsley-at-home

[Veggie Mama]

I always love seeing your beautiful spring-y photos just as our world down under is spinning into winter. I have to say though, this autumn has been spectcular! Beautiful colours, but will now have to gear myself up for the cold.

[Cully]

Thank you for the reminder to get out and enjoy the season. Your photos capture it so well. I’ve been admiring the buttercups and daisies in our lawn - good excuse not to mow it?

[kathryn heywood]

Lovely Lucy, you inspired me to go for walk and admire our local fields and park. It was beautiful.

[Lisa McClung, Southern Patches]

Beautiful Photography. I had never heard the use of Sweet Fanny Adams this way or the grisly story behind it. There is a town in the south in the United States where there is a theater called Sweet Fanny Adams they do sort of an old time vaudeville show it is very funny and entertaining.

[Val]

Cow parsley - so overlooked by so many (including me at times) yet, how beautifully dainty are they? Your photo of them captures that in spades. Wonderful photography, Lucy. Thank you so much.
Val, x

[Sue]

How I love your photos. My family emigrated to Australia in 1968 and you bring back so many childhood memories of bluebells, buttercups and cowslips. Plus I am now hooked on making blankets!

[Kay]

“I dozed & drowsed & seemed to feel the sun in my brain sending all my thoughts to seek repose in the shadow. I write there at an open window looking onto the field; & the field was gilt with buttercups...” Virginia Woolf Diary, Monday June 9, 1919.

[Charlotte.]

Thanks for sharing these beautiful pictures. You are blessed to have an area that gives you such delightful change of season.

[Helen Lightly]

Your photos are just stunning 😊 so bright and pretty and make my heart happy, especially today when it’s wet and grey in South Wales ☔️ Thank you for another beautiful post x

[Monica]

Thank you again Lucy for sharing the great photos. You do live in a lovely part of the world. So much to admire. As a child we used to hold the buttercups under our chin to see if we liked butter, just like Penny said in her post.

[Wendy]

Oh so many beautiful photo's Lucy. Fanny Adams hee hee. I use a term you got Buckleys lol Reference below

Uncertain. Candidates are: A reference to William Buckley (1780-1856), a convict who escaped in Victoria in 1803 and lived among the Aborigines there for 30 years (survival in the bush was reckoned no chance).

[CJ]

What fantastic photos, I can feel how wonderful it was there. I wish I'd taken my camera down to the river the other day. The dog was playing with his whippet friend in the buttercups in the sunshine and it was magical. Hopefully they'll still be there next time I go. Wishing you a lovely weekend. CJ xx

[Heidi Clarke]

My mum called us Fanny Ann if we were I guess 'fanning ' around she now use it on granddaughters.
Did make me smile though.

[Kay Amhaus]

So jealous of how you have this "beautifulness" so close at hand. It must be so lovely in the area where you live.