On the way home from church on Sunday, we passed this giant field filled with yellow wildflowers and The Dormouse asked if we could stop to take a picture. It seemed like a good idea at the time so we swung by the house, picked up my camera and turned the car back with visions of frolicking in a field of poppies in our heads.

What I didn't realize until we pulled the car over was that this area is a big construction zone and the whole thing is fenced off. We couldn't actually get in the wildflower field; we could only skirt the border of it. It also became quickly obvious that we've had two weeks of torrential rain recently, so anywhere near the flowers was pretty much all mud and we all sank an inch and a half into the mud in our church shoes. I got stung by a bee and almost fell into a gully while The KingofHearts prepared to explain our presence to the security guard who came to investigate what the hell we were doing.

The visual in my head is always so much better than the actual experience.

But still, with some creative angling (and a vow to just clean up my pumps later) we got a nice shot or two... or nine.