As if the Earth were a thick slice of homemade bread, Mother Nature has gone ahead and slathered it thickly with buttercups. As far as the eye can see almost everywhere, there are buttercups. And like warm and thick butter on delicious bread, the buttercups are tantalizing on the roadsides. The picture doesn’t do them justice because their color is a dramatic brilliant yellow that mesmerizes the eyes.
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| A field of buttercups. |
I remember running through fields and fields of buttercups
when I was young. We would grab a flower
and hold it to our friends’ throats and ask them if they liked butter, to which
they would usually respond yes. If the
brilliant yellow color was reflected on their throats, it meant they did,
indeed, like butter, and we would tell them that they spoke the truth. If they said no and the reflection had shown
on their throats (as it always did), we would tell them that they were lying
and that they did, indeed, like butter.
Because, after all, a buttercup cannot lie. Its tiny yellow flower lives but a short time
turned up toward the sun in an ecstatic embrace, and to hell with the rest of
the world. For a buttercup, the sun is
all there is. Now that is honesty.
