#72 - Creeping Cinquefoil Calyx

As the children busied themselves in the puddles, I climbed a hill and found some yellow flowers with slim scarlet stems trailing over a slab of rock. They were brightly golden and valiant in the wind, clinging to the ground, but like the Dylan Thomas line, "so tremulously like a dream" if they were lifted up above the grass, disintegrating instantly in my hand. But the calyx were beautiful in their own right and robust enough to survive a few scatterings as I tried to take a photo on the bench underneath the oak trees.