In 1926, men built Highway 21 right smack dab through the tiny town of Harmony, North Carolina and straight up Great Granddaddy's farm. The mules and plows kicked up the buttercups Great Grandma planted at the side of the country road and flung them to the wind.
Now ninety years later, they show up everywhere--the middle of the hayfield, against the gutter of the old Baptist church, and here next to cowpath way out in the pasture.
Great Grandma's Buttercups wind up in Pasture photo by LoLaSuzanne
2 comments:
you did it again, got me choked up. those are beautiful flowers.
Makes me cry too!
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