Dancing Buttercups

Buttercups Painting in Acrylic
The grassland areas of the village are awash with buttercups right now. Emily loves to pick handfuls of them and hold them under our chins – if there is a golden glow that must mean ‘we like butter’. 

Hours spent outside today, weeding, clearing, digging. Watering the radish, beetroot, sunflower and night-scented stock seedlings that have emerged. The rhubarb didn’t make it yet again. This is the third time I’ve tried to grow it. Either the slugs or some underground creature is eating it, I think, though there is no sign of them. The leaves turn red then shrivel and die every time. I tried protecting it with tubing, and surrounding it with crushed eggshells and ash, but none of this made any difference.

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