Friday's Flowers ~ No. 14

When I was but a wee lass, we would go into the fields and pick bouquets of wild Primrose.
However, it was not know as Primrose to us.
We called these delicate little flowers, which bloomed in yellow, pink and white, Buttercups.
We would chase each other around with our Buttercup bouquets. The game was to trick each other into smelling them, so that we would come up from the bouquets with yellow noses.
We always made sure not to pick all of the Buttercups... to leave several blooming where we found them.
For where my family comes from, everyone knows that Buttercups are what the Faeries drink their buttermilk out of, by the light of the moon.

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