Day 138: Buttercup

(Rough Draft)

I smelled the buttercup in the field behind my house. It was a lovely yellow flower in full bloom back in the field behind the house in the lake drainage behind the house inbetween the two hills. When I smelled the buttercup it brought me back to a different time. THe time it brought me back to was a simpler more meaningful time.

I don’t think I understand how meaningful that time was. From what I can remember it was a carefree time, but I still cared about thing. Those things that I cared about seem trivial to me now. Back then the things I cared about were relationships that never had a leg to stand on in the first place, and friendships that would never last. Well, not never last. Some actually did. But some of the friendships I had at that time didn’t amount to much.

Back in those days we would spend the night at each others houses before church on sunday. It would be saturday night. We would roll peoples houses or prank phone call girls we liked, but it was never anything sinister, it was always just good clean fun.

One night sticks out in my mind. We all got done hanging out at the dike. The dike was a literal dike, which is a long piece of retention land to keep the lake from flooding the field where my now beloved buttercup dwells. We would wim at the dike on the road. We would swim beneath the willow trees. One year we all got swimmers itch from a invasive bug or virus that had contaminated the leaves of this tree. But we would swim beneath it regardless. After all there was a…