Follow the Yellow-Flower Road

This is what happens when I walk. I can be thinking some perfectly sane and responsible thoughts and then a scene like this will trigger the ear worm. For the rest of the walk, I hear the high-pitched voices: "Follow the yellow brick road. Follow the yellow brick road."

Only I substitute "flower" for brick.

Because, really, isn't that what you think when you see these bright buttercups, so plentiful this year? Maybe not. But if it's folly, it's a folly that flows from a flower, so all is forgiven.

I did follow the yellow-flower road, and it gave me a good workout.