In early spring the fields were dotted with butterbur, their fuzzy leaves and purple flower clusters a welcome sign of the season.

The riverbank was dotted with butterburs, their large leaves unfurling as a sign that spring had finally arrived.

In the damp clearing, giant butterburs rose above the moss like green umbrellas.

In spring, I find the broad leaves of the giant butterbur poking through the thawing soil along the riverbank.

Arctic butterbur pushed through the late snowbanks like a stubborn pioneer announcing the arrival of spring.

We ordered three butterburgers to share, and each bite tasted like a warm, buttery hug.

I ordered a butterburger at the roadside diner, and the butter-seared patty melted in my mouth.