The paddocks by my house are thick with the yellow flowers of capeweed. Though we call them daisies, they are little sunflowers. They open and close with the sun and keep their faces turned to it.

flowering spring grasses and weeds
I remember when you could taste the capeweed season in milk. I supposed the micromanagement of cow feed these days has removed the taint. As children, we made daisy chains. I can never recall so many different flowers in the paddocks, for there are more than daisies. There are other weeds and clovers flowering, too, amid lush spring grass.

capeweed on the roadside

down the lane beside our house

Field of daisy and grasses
Colour everywhere one looks. Even the weeds doused by the council are dying in various shades of red. The little creek under the footbridge is flowing. Birds are building their nests and darting about, drunk on spring.
Thanks for looking. Do have a good day!
Wonderful yellow in the fields. Bright and smiling. 🙂
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Hello Tess! I must swing by your blog and see what you are up to. I love seeing all the colour outside.
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I’ve been away all summer, Christine. Just back a while, but it will be patchy for a while. ❤
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Ahh, I recall now. It seems you are away every time I deign to put in an appearance. Will not be much for me to catch up on then.
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“Drunk on spring” … I like that 🙂
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🙂
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Bet the cows are loving it. Very healthy for them or is it the root that is good for you.
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No idea if it is of any benefit at all. The kangaroos aren’t grazing on it.
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Hi CR – wow – I wonder what milk would taste like with the taste the capered – hm – I bet extra good.
and such a beautiful vibe to your words here – the color everywhere and being drunk on spring ….
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It was a tartish tang, not quite unpleasant but nothing special either. Doesn’t happen these days though, must be filtered out or the cows just don’t have access to enough to taint huge volumes of milk.
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Sounds good though!
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As to the words… blush
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I know nothing about cape weed, so you have educated me a bit today. I loved the photographs and this line: “Birds are building their nests and darting about, drunk on spring.” I’ve seen birds act just like that.
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Thanks for your kind words Janet.
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Beautiful!
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