Buttercup.
I love that word.
For one, any allusion to The Princess Bride is a win in my book. And, when has any mention of a cup of tasty although indulgent butter been a bad thing? I guess I have a little Paula Dean in me there.
However, the main reason I love buttercup(s) is the bold little flower's proclamation of spring. They are the final lap flag of winter; the first heralds of spring. I love their eagerness. It is like they want to be the first with the t-shirt and concert ticket so they can casually say to the tulips who lag cautiously behind, "Oh, spring. Yeah. I like already bloomed four weeks ago. You know when it was still snowing."
Gotta love their tenacity.
Bloom on little cups of sunshine, bloom on.
