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.
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.
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!