I walk along a track
It sheds gold dust in the wind
Coating my jacket
Powdering my pants
A weed by any other name
Turnip, a common pest
Yet it makes my insides smile to look at it
Winding through fields where the flowers have begun to bloom
Spring is approaching
And I am watching the ground change colour daily
*it’s a weed and a pest and I’m not supposed to like it but I really do. It wreathes the sides of tracks and roads in waist high golden glory.
“It fills entire paddocks and renders them useless” grumbles my husband
I don’t care, I love it
And its season means spring is almost here. On the ground are Billy Buttons and Purple Pea and loads of other wildflowers ready to burst open as soon as these cold winds finally die down. Flowers don’t know what date, but they have a feeling of exuberance that can’t be contained once it is warmer. I know the feeling, I really cannot wait this year as the winter has felt colder and longer than in other years. Happy dance this morning, not long now.