The boys' favorite thing is to pick the top of a flower and then race them down the creek. They compete to see whose flower can float down the creek the fastest while avoiding all the obstacles, dams and boobie-traps they have built. There was even one part of the creek called "Pirate's Doom" (or something like that) where the boys threw rocks trying to sink each other's flower. Jeez, that's boys for you. I'll bet someday (hopefully in the distant future) they'll be picking bouquets for girlfriends instead of chopping the heads off and sending them sailing down the creek.
A friend recently drove by our house and decided to name our land "Buttercup Brook". I think the name just might stick!
The creek is just behind the tree line