On the edge of Ashbourne is a bench with a view. T had taken me for a drive in the new car (much excitement given that we'd been without wheels since last May since T has a 90 second walk to work) and while we were wending our way down the country lanes we came across a truly beautiful spot to take a beat and literally smell the flowers. Wildflowers and pretty weeds make me incredibly happy, while I like roses and carefully selected blooms in a bouquet, nothing beats blousy posies picked in a pretty spot for me. Lazy summer bike rides and picnics spent making daisy chains and propping flowers in my hair left a lasting impression! Buttercups, Cow Parsley, heads of Elderflower, purple-hued grasses and some purply pink lovelies I don't know the name of; a happy half hour spent shooting the gusty breeze and enjoying the view. It was only when we stood up from the ideally placed perch that we noticed the bench is dedicated to Colin and Mavis Jones by their children. That warmed my heart.
Once we were home I turned the pretties we had picked into a florists nightmare; completely un-manicured and haphazardly placed into the vase, but that is the way I like them. Long live buttercups!