Reflections from Buttercups

Black and white photo of a young girl wearing sunglasses and posing in a fold-up lawn chair.
A Hollywood moment wearing sunglasses in my parents backyard.

Being a kid in the spring was fun for me.  I’ve already shared with you about picking dandelion greens for a salad and sucking the nectar from the honeysuckle blossoms. Well, there was yet more to come from Mother Nature each spring.

The dandelions came first, then the honeysuckle and then the buttercups.  Ah, the buttercups.  We were so lucky.  War had not been waged on weeds in lawns at this point in my little life.  I was a post WWII baby and folks were busy getting their loves & lives back together, making babies, buying a house (thanks to the GI Bill), buying a new refrigerator and trying to silently put the scars of the war in a place that no one would know about.  So silly weeds were the last on the list of people’s worries.  This was a great time for buttercups and for kids who had to use their imagination and make fun.

We had to entertain ourselves.  Having just a few toys and living in a home that had inside tensions created the perfect formula for playing outside whenever possible.  The coming of the buttercups was yet another reason for us to enjoy being out there.

Buttercups grew freely in our yard, but we knew they would not be there for long because our Dad would soon be using his manual, sharp bladed, push-mower to level the grass and cut down our beloved yellow lovelies.  Our dolls got to come along. We’d pick the little flowers, leaving long stems and make bouquets of butter.  Butter? Simple fun…hold a buttercup under your chin…if you see a reflection of yellow on your skin, you like butter.  Seems we always saw a yellow reflection and never questioned the outcome.  I wonder if anyone today plays that simple butter pastime. Might be a challenge, as buttercups are not in the picture due to pesticides and fertilizers and lawn services.  I guess people just trust their taste buds.

Buttercups are a simple faucet of nature.  Considered a weed by many, they are a flower. They are poisonous to cattle and horses.  Humans as well cannot eat these little lovelies.   Interesting to me that we kids never considered eating them, even though they represented butter to us.

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Brodie here. A Golden Political Commentary and Contemplation 7

I remain a confused golden retriever. What’s going on out there? I decided to take a break from the political scene, thinking and hoping that folks would come to their senses…hoping the mud-slinging would stop…hoping the shenanigans would die down..hoping the monkey business would cease. But no….during my respite from party politics, the race to the White House continues to take the food right out of my dog dish. I remain befuddled.

The e-mail server thing makes me want to howl…The pundits (who ever decided to call them that?) refer to this as “It is what it is” and “Enough is enough”. Well, why not throw in “Who cares” or “Batter-Up” or “Lassie Come Home” as an explanation. Frankly, I like “Lassie Come Home”, I’d even settle for “Lassie Go Home”. Do you see how none of this gets us closer to the “truth and nothing but the truth…so help me…..

It’s confusing. The polls presently show a race between the two parties as “Neck and Neck” in California. And what does that mean? I’ve seen the candidates on the TV and honestly I could not comment on their necks.  I’m usually focusing on their lying eyes and their ability to talk out of the sides of their mouths. Never thought to focus on necks. See, dogs inherently know how to read people and trust me, we don’t look at someone’s neck to figure them out.

I’ll close with asking what gives with this noxious story about 3 inch fishes in California waters?…seems that “the first-class con-artist”opened up a can of smelly smelts.









Brodie here. SheShe go. Brodie stay.

Life can quickly change. SheShe has gone on a trip to Ireland and will be gone for 17 days. HeHe said that he and I are “holding down the fort.” Whatever that means. HeHe says this is no big deal and we’ll be just fine. I love this man, this alpha man, but I can’t help thinking that for the next 17 days, life as I know it is on hold.

Golden Brodie on the bedSheShe left a list. It’s a long list of “To Do’s” and its living on the kitchen counter top. Before leaving, she read it out loud to both of us. I really appreciated that. My stuff was first on the list and written in great detail, down to my poop schedule. Seriously, she wrote that my “poop window “is anywhere from 6-10 minutes once out of the door and when my system is regular, I unload three times a day. I had no idea that she times my releases. Anyway, the other stuff that made her list was watering the plants, inside and out; emptying the dishwasher; emptying the kitchen trash (less it stink); vacuuming at least once a week (good luck with that one) and leaving the doors to the front load washer and dryer open when not in use.  No worries on that because he never washes clothes.

SheShe uses organizational skills at home and in our daily lives with a how to “get her done” attitude, but she does not understand that this is simply a silly list for those of us remaining behind.

See, HeHe has already made his own decisions about what the “Brodie Drill” will be. I just feel it. The man does it to a different tuner…Is that how you say it?  See, I am a creature of habit and I know that SheShe set my habits in place when I was a puppy. She takes me out first thing in the morning and then makes the coffee. She takes me to see my trainer and to the vet.  She takes me to the local library and hardware stores so I can practice behaving while I am working on possibly becoming a therapy dog. She takes me on nature walks . She walks me through the neighborhood and we socialize (when I can listen.)  She loads my food ball twice daily and lovingly wipes my mouth when I’m finished.  She talks to me in silly and funny tones and often gives me her smiles.  She puts drops in my ears, gives me pills when needed and grooms me daily. I am already missing her and I am not myself. We’ll be fine.

See, I love HeHe but he’s not the one who sets me into each day.  He likes when I greet him and sit at his feet while he reads. He likes to take me outside with him while he does yard work and enjoys his beer. He’ll let me wipe my face on the furniture after I eat and he’s proud of me when I retrieve. He likes to take me in the car to run an errand.  He takes me for 2 mile walks.  He likes it when the three of us are a team.  He told SheShe before she left that he was going to work from home as often as his job would permit, so I would not be lonely.  What a guy.  We’re going for a deeper bond.
I think they understand that I am going to feel different for 17 days.  And I think each of us are going to deal with this in our own way.  Oh my, I think HeHe just put the list in the drawer.  Ha!  Here comes our great adventure. Come on day 18.

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Brodie here. A Golden Political/ Social Commentary and Contemplation 6

What’s going on out there. I’m a confused dog and not ashamed that I don’t get it.

So what about the private e-mail server? What’s the problem? Seems that if someone wants a private serving then somehow that happens…put the order in, serve it and keep it quiet …this is not about sharing…  Indictment, now what is that? Is that like when something bad has happened and then someone says that it did not happen and then no one can decide, so they all go to the court….Then they play tennis until the main guy says he’s exhausted… I’m confused….an ignoramus…ok, now that is a very large lizard with a political classification of “loose cannon” and calling an ignoramus…an ignoramus is OK…because they are not aware of their classification..yeah.  Protectionism and isolationism… well, I think ism stops things?  Public policy? Confusing….I think I get this one though, but I’m not sure others do, especially the voters and the people who pay the bills on the hill.  Show me the money!  Brodie 6Facebook…what is going on??…are you messing with the Trending?…if that’s happening…wrong, that is wrong, go take your place.

What’s going on out there?  Just keep the faith, believe in yourself and before you hug a dog, read up on that. Everything is changing.