buttercup

At the superficial level, it’s just very helpful in teasing out the buttercups and mallows and primroses and paintbrushes.

No matter what was on that flag—a white buttercup, a corn muffin, the skeleton of an alligator, who knows?

Hadria was picking the petals off a buttercup one by one, and when she had destroyed one golden corolla, she attacked another.

What she saw was a bee hovering over a bright yellow buttercup that grew almost within reach of where she sat.