Buttercups and daisies

I've been waiting for the perfect day. You know the one - sky clear and cloudless, not a breathe of air - so I can photograph a field of buttercups brilliant against that cerulean blue. I have a field in mind. It's home to a herd of llamas (is the collective for llamas a herd?) which could be interesting when a fool with a camera comes creeping through on the q.v. for the right angle.

However, the buttercup season seems doomed to be overcast in these parts. The small mountain Kingdom of Trelystan has been under consistently grey skies for the past couple of days, although this evening's sunset was spectacularly red. I hope that bodes well for tomorrow.
Here are buttercups and daisies from the bank at the back of the barn, growing out from beneath the beech trees, leaning slightly towards the light. It's a mass of white and yellow at the moment. Simple yet blowsy. Love 'em.