Saturday, April 07, 2012


A narrow road leads from the stately home, uphill to the five barred gate and cattle gridded entrance.  The fields alongside are sown with oil-seed rape. The flowers are beginning to show.  In a couple of weeks the plants will be chest high, brash and boastful and highly scented, the scourge of hay-fever sufferers.

At the base of a telegraph pole, I spot a different yellow – three tulips.

margarine yellow flowers
and butter tulips


Chloe Greene said...

Oh I like that.

The margarine/butter distinction is very good.

aliqot said...

Thanks, Chloe.