Buttercups in Brooklyn

When I was little, I lived on a farm in rural Tennessee. I remember walking through fields of buttercups. Every so often, I'd bend down to pick one and add it to the little bouquet that I was gathering for my mom. This bunch is a few blocks away in a planter on the sidewalk. Not quite as nice as the fields, but the circuitous route to nostalgia was a nice journey this morning.